Stranger Poem by Breey Hayden
Stranger
people have told me i have changed,
and that i always look tired.
these bags under my eyes explain,
i've just over expired.
they say my eyes are always sad,
and i am just a little quiet.
all the flaws that they point out on me,
have caused an aweful riot.
i don't know what they see in me,
i don't know where to start.
but i know that i will always be a stranger,
in their fallen hearts.
'Our greatest glory is not falling,
but rising everytime we fall.'
-Unknown
that is fine.. rise everytime after a fall. learning experience.... good..
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4/27/2024 4:45:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
No worries......always remember, there is always greater and lesser than you are, but let yourself allow youself to experience the beauty that you are, despite what others may say. xoxoxo rein