many thoughts came up to my head , yet i do not remember any
As i named this peom , thoughts full of sorrow and grief rushed my mind
I hate how i look , Let only what I am
I want to scream , wail , leave
All I ever wanted was to feel loved without having to be pretty , useful nor present
But all I ever did was refuse love as it never felt real
it feels so weak , i hate it , who would want love ?
I'd rather be poweful and disciplined
So i went by that , i sought Pride , dignity , respect
Whatsoever I still feel weak for how foolish I am
I ,...