Apr 13
How dare I?
How dare I be so miserable?
How dare I be so horrible!
I don't have the right.
I really don't.
How dare I?
How dare I wallow?
How dare I not swallow my pity?
I don't have the right.
I shouldn't be this way.
I shouldn't be broken.
I shouldn't be exhausted.
How dare I?
Who gave me the right?
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
