surrounded by idiots i wait patiently,
for my chance for people to see what i am,
my potential is masked by my want to stay hidden,
my need to stay invisible to avoid penalisation,
i need to stay quiet,
i have to stay quiet.
//
in this world of idiots i cannot do anything,
except say nothing,
until my life is relieved of pain,
into what i want,
into what i need.
//
i wait for my chance for peeople to see what i am,
i know that the tine is not for a while,
and that time may be very short,
but i know that when it does come,
it will be the best time of my life
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Poems
Poetryall of these poems were written by me in my best times and in my worst. i'll let you figure out which poem belongs in which time.
