MatterA Poem by Death's PoetInspired loosely by Glowing Screens by Watsky
There are billions of us
And you think you matter Theres always some one more of something Prettier, uglier, skinnier fatter So what you were the prom queen There were a billion more What makes you who you are is struggle And the soul down in the core See with billions of other people Sometimes we feel faded out So what if you arent perfect Thats nothing to worry about Because all the flaws and scratches Are what makes you you You have the audacity to matter Because you really do.
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4 Reviews Added on May 14, 2015 Last Updated on May 14, 2015 AuthorDeath's PoetThe Asylum I call my MindAboutWelcome to my poetic diary. I use this website to pour out my emotions and as a creative outlet. I started writing when I was very young and have been in love with it since. I struggle with a lot of d.. more..Writing
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