When I was five, My teacher asked me What I wanted to be When I grew up,
And I said "pretty"
If only I hadn't
Placed so much value
On something so trivial
Being pretty no longer
Interests me as much as it used to Because my appearance
Has never belonged To me,
But to an audience I have been trapped
Performing for like Truman
I want to scream
And break the walls
This is not what I wanted.
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~M.P.G
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Poems lonely and sad
PoesiaThese are the ones for the people who feel their alone. The ones who are alone.the people who feels so isolated it numbs them. this is for the people that get it and people that don't don't
