I am mean but do not be mean to me.
I am rude but do not be rude with me.
I am weak but do not underestimate me.
I am shy but do not speak over me.
I am insecure but do not take advantage of me.
This is a poem I wrote today. It has no defined ending because there is none. I don't want to close this poem with words of wisdom. Instead I want everyone to think about the poem and what it means to them. I wrote it thinking that if everyone acknowledged their flaws, we would all understand the rude cashier or the mean neighbour. That inside they all fear the same fears. That we all trip over the same stones.
*poof*
Fatima
