I know I’m broken.
I know I’m disgusting.
I know I’m rude.
I know I’m overbearing.
I know I’m over controlling.
I know I am me.
I don’t need you to tell me who I am.
Because I know.
Yea I may be a lost puppy at some moments and can get lost in myself, but you have no right to tell me what kind of person I am.
Maybe I’m not who you think I am.
I know who I am and that all that matters.
I’m sorry this Poem ended up to be really short! I hope you can relate to it anyways!