one day as i sat alone in my room
i thought of how i needed to bloom,
a beautiful flower i wanted to become,
one that was unique,
in his kind the only one.
as i sat alone, lost in my thoughts,
my mind was running forming some knots.
in those knots there were my passions, my tastes, my memories,
i wanted to bloom into something special, that would have changed the world for centuries.
i wanted to be an artist,
so i could have shown all my feelings,
but I'm an introvert, sharing feelings is something i couldn't have dealt with.
i wanted be a doctor,
so i could have save a lot of lives,
but i could have been wrong, and then people would have died.
i wanted to be a singer,
so i could have shown my passion with my voice,
but i was always judged and putted in bad light, they said things i couldn't ignore.
i want to be...
I want to be...
I want to be...
ME!
I decided!
i want to be me and nothing more,
i want to be me, and it won't change anymore.
i wanted to be something special
but now that I think about that,
there isn't nothing more special than just being myself.
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Random Poems
Randomthis are some poems i wrote at like 3 am couse i couldn't sleep. And nothing. Maybe I'll publish more poems if I'll ever write more and maybe some short stories. Just know that a lot like A LOT of time may pass between a story/poem and another cause...
