We have different interests
That's certain
We love each deeply
But why is it sore
We're not allowed to change who we are
Yet you hate it
You love me for me
But despise who I am
You become so predictable
Your pattern unmistakable
And the day I notice
You make a fool of me
I didn't know
knowing someone was a crime
If that were true
I would be doing my time
Go now
For we have nothing left to say
Go away
Leave me in pain
YOU ARE READING
Normal Is Not A Word
PoesíaThese are poems made by myself from a personal level. It is also my first time so comments will be helpful. Thank you.
