I was flicking through pages of unfinished poems ,whilst flicking through words and lines ,my eyes fell upon a certain line :I never thought I was truly extraordinary, now that line made me angry to write that but not remember when I wrote it I know what i write vent what I feel ,
Worthless,useless, empty but there are times before that times where my confidence exceeded my size ,times before the the bad and stuff before my heart was smashed and broken against shards of rock, before I tore apart and ripped my skin.Before that I thought I was wonderful .
Loud and proud ,always speaking my mind; some people thought I was obnoxious but the people who loves me did because I was genuine.
Never doubted myself,my true colours always shining and they were bright and violent ,there colours clashing against eachother in a way that was beautifully chaotic And I was happy despite that everlasting pain of never knowing excactly who I was meant to be ,who I was meant to love ther pain felt deep within my soul constently throbbing at my heart . But I just wanted to relive the times where I was sad ,worthless , and less than ordinary
Before acted differenr around certain people but then i realused that can change ,I can change ,I will break free from my shell that once held me back like a butterfly breaking free from its cocoon ,patterns and colours shining brighter than ever And then patterns of a mis-matched rainbow ,which I will forever present in my presence