YOU

I’m now ready to write
Inspired by a broken heart,
Words intended to hurt me more
I write to express,define and arrange
Call me a fool or whatever
Maybe I’m wrong to want to be appreciated
My feelings getting fermented
My head a wormhole in space
Feelings floating undetected
Im tired trying to catch them
Call me a liar
Maybe im wrong to express me boldly
It’s fine to look at me in disgust
Maybe get over your feelings of inadequacy
You are wrong to always want to be right
Shoving me in the mud whenever
You define me to be your junior
But in the end you are just insecure


@sheetheepoet
muthonimurigi