
love yourself they say
As I try to understand
I’m kind I’m loyal I’m full of colour
But my pink and sparkles are so much brighter that I find sometimes
People judge me
My friends cut me off without a thought
I question who am I ?
Although this reflects on who they are
Im questioning myself what makes me so bad that they dull my colours
So I turn to myself and I say it’s ok
Your loving and caring and this makes who you are
If they choose to not love me it’s ok
Because accepting all of me and my colours
Maybe this is loving who I am .



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