Changed
You.
You changed.
Not in something good, or in something you wanted.
You changed into one of them.
Those people you used to hate. You used to spit on them.
You didn't want to be this.
You- we wanted to be us.
Find our true selves and be them.
Not acting dolls.
You changed into
a slut, whore, bitch, dumb, fake, typical, should I go on?
You used these words to bescribe them, now you're one of them.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoesíaThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
