them
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i still think of them to this day. why cant they get out of my mind. they hate me. i should hate them to but i dont
They used to hold me softly when I started to break
Like a thing made of fragile glass to be treated
With the wariness and fear of the untouchable.
But not you.
You hold me in iron embrace,
where do we
fit?how can we
squeeze?is there more to it
or to the universe are
we just a
sneeze?
I often wonder how
often other people
pout on the pretty
In terms of Value,
We judge loved ones by their actions,
And strangers by their status.
As for ourselves,
We often misjudge who we are,
Which leads to consequences.
People come
Like, comment, share
And go
But forever
His mind
And heart
Is for Her
His life
Wants to
Go away
With Her
And run
Away too
What is Society?
Society is a group of people who set a standard and everyone that is affected by that standard is apart of that society.
Skipping daintily on his merry little toes
The Pied Piper plays his tune.
And laughing happily as he goes
His eyes do glisten like the moon.
He beckons on with fiery force
I can't stand the thrum of them
constantly flash flooding the room again
with the sound of their dissappointments in the young generation
we are meant to simply fix the world with their inspiration
blistered skin,
that whispers flayed.
my life, a cage,
to which I'm chained.
Haunting voices,
following close,
the creeping utterances,
my subtle foe.
feet trimmed by velvet,
Should I hold it all in...or should I cry it all out?
But I don't want to disappoint them,
I don't want to be given the doubt.
They think I'm strong.
They think I can do better.
But how can I?
Led by a Voice from within
Words slip off my pen
without my knowledge.
They are not my Words
yet my hand delivers them.
These Words are spoken slowly,
What stops us from going after our dreams, desires, and hopes?
Is it the fear of disapproval, judgment, or fearing that you yourself are wrong?
Why is it that we live our lives in fear?
How can I describe
something there are no words for?
How can I deny
when the evidence is on the floor?
No, I’m not evil
and no I’m no saint.
No, I won’t trust you
