It’s always wrong…
What I wear, how I
wear it.
How I look, what I
look at,
How I see things, or
what I see.
It’s always wrong…
How I laugh, what I
laugh at,
How I feel, how I’m
feeling towards something.
How I live, or what
I’m living for,
It’s always wrong…
How I cry, what I’m
crying about.
How I believe, what I
believe in.
What I say or how I
say it.
Who I love, when I
love, and how I love,
It’s always wrong.
Misty L. Unger
(PS.
I quoted this poem for this week’s note because I find this poem really deep as
what we young adults are going through in our teenage years. Moral of the poem
is for us to not always think of what people think about us for it will make us
die inside. Instead, remember and believe in how charming you are and that you
are the reason for someone’s smile. Don’t waste it.)
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