Years till June
No one has the right
To truly know a person
Unless they allowed you.
Assumptions aren't facts
even if you want them to be.
Instead of hiding it,
You wrapped the sword,
Meant to break me,
Inside the montrous thing
You called your heart.
When you get older,
Life isn't the same
but it's okay son,
because I would go insane
Doing and feeling
The same things
Everyday till
I die.
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world