What do you want me to be, how do I fit into your "normal" category.
Why must i live life on your terms, breathe when you tell me to,
When I die randomly?
See you don't control my fate, I'm me and I can change, never too late.
I can shift the matrix and be the owner of my own story.
Let me choose to look directly at the sun, and burn my eyes,
"If I choose" to.
It would be much simpler to follow the ant line.
The same 9-5 days, overnight weekends, and chocolate ice cream on the couch,
As we binge watch our favorites.
But as Robert Frost says "I took the road less traveled by."
Ill be the one to wear socks at the beach,
The one who wears red instead of blue,
The goth at a preppy school, the outcast.
On my own terms.
Though sometimes i may relinquish my unique for a bit of my own "normality",
Not for attention but for self growth.
I want to be apart of what makes me, me
But only on my own terms.
When I choose.
YOU ARE READING
Lost, Found, And Chosen.
PoesíaThis is a poetry book, it talks about lovers, it talks about everyday situations, it talks about love and the pain accompanied by it; It can break your heart or build it. Take the time to understand this poetry book and its effortless simplicity and...
