I Know

I know…

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.

Image- https://incandescentcloud.com/2015/09/07/the-deep-dark/

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I’m sorry this Poem ended up to be really short! I hope you can relate to it anyways!