The Twisted I

Mon, 10/26/2015 - 22:03 -- The_Fox

 

I am arising from torture and oblivion

I wonder how things will be now

I hear so many bad things about my lifestyle

I see life so different and peaceful

I want to be in that society

I am arising from torture and oblivion

 

I pretend not to hear or see nasty comments about me

I feel a sensation I never felt with anyone else

I worry about how I will affect the people

I cry over the fear of the murky shadows to come again

I am arising from torture and oblivion

 

I understand people are against me, and others are with me

I say be truly who you are

I dream of a change, to where everyone is equal

I try to do what I can with the situation

I hope to accomplish what I try

I am arising from torture and oblivion

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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