Society speaks through mouth pieces that are humanoids
damaged by the idea of perfection.
Marionettes of skin and bone that are forced to act the way everyone else wants them to act.
That have no choices.
Only the dictation of others.
How I wish to cut those despised strings that harshly rule over the innocent.
Sadly I cannot, for I am controlled as well.
For I am a flesh puppet.
Unable to do as I wish.
I must submit my self to the standards.
If I don't, I will be burnt at the stake
ridiculed and punished.
All because of an attempt to be
myself.
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Looking Out The Window
PoesíaTrapped inside a sad lonely building, I let curiosity consume me. I look out the window. Outside the window many things happen, some of those things are beautiful, others not so much.
