People are complicated, a few of them kind
The rest of them are mindless fucks and have all lost their minds
No one's here for you, you don't have peace of your mind
We lose half our life in search of something we aren't supposed to find
But when you find what you're missing you lose them in a beat
It's a cycle of life in which most of us admit defeat
But that doesn't make us any weak
Any weakness you see might be a web of deceit
We're strong and stand tall at the highest peak
It's just that we won't make the same mistake of trusting someone and doing this thing on repeat
We don't want to fight nor do we want to compete
But push us anymore and we'll give you a beat
On second thought we'd rather sit back and create our own feat
YOU ARE READING
Freedom
PoetryThis poem is for everyone who's going through something or the other in their daily lives. I hope you feel and connect with it, the same way I do. PS: This is my first poem, forgive me if it's not that good. In future, I'll try to be better
