human being., by charlie Subscribe to rss feed for charlie

it is always the same,

why can't anyone,
look at me.
like i'm a human being?

is it my stare?
is it what i wear?

is it because,
they can't find the shits i give.


i don't care,
what they say.
cause i know i'm beautiful,

in my own special way.

so go ahead,
keep judging me.

at least i'm not fake,
at least i'm not a machine.

Posted: 2019-03-10 18:36:55 UTC

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