Clouds poetry

Don't let society mold y o u

I realize that i was under the spell of others

Of society and my parents trying to mold me like

A teacup out of clay with their bare hands,

I was so lost under the spell I forgot who I was

And who I've become and that's when I figured that,

I should've molded my self into something beautiful,

Now I've become a copy of every program walking robot.

-ashes poetry