You Must Be Mistaken 

My heart

is sore.

Trying to find 

someone to make it more.

“You’re perfect,”

I blush.

Shake my head.

No way, 

Insecurities,

Sadness,

Depression,

Abuse.

No way.

Not me.

I’m nothing other than

a seed trying to grow

in a desert with no water.

I’m nothing,

I’m trash.

I’ve been crazy before,

not anymore.

I’m not funny.

I’m not pretty.

You must be mistaken

because I am not what you say I am. 

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