don't you dare call me delicate
i'll show what's delicate
my patience with you
with everyone
with this messed up society
i can't dress the way i want
or say the things i want to
my words
remain
trapped behind the bars society has put on my mouth
you can't treat me like this
and expect me to be alright
i'm done
so done
YOU ARE READING
lacuna - a poetry collection
Poetry𝗹𝗮𝗰𝘂𝗻𝗮; 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲; 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗽. A collection of all the things I never got to say. All my thoughts and emotions accumulated into one book.
