I recognize this feeling,
It feels like a weight on my chest.
But this time it's different,
This is better than the rest.
I want to let them in,
but I don't know how.
I wish to be their reason,
though there is no way to escape my prison.
I can't seem to cross the boundaries I built myself.
Now I'm trapped all alone with an eternity to self-help.
My upbringing taught me they'll only hurt you if you reveal too much.
Now I don't have an outlet to share things or anything as such.
I want to have friends and a lover and a sense of belonging.
Despite it opposing my undying urge to deny loving.
Since I don't look out for it myself,
There's no way to know if it's worth it.
But the will to love, and break every boundary, is exhilarating.
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The first 20 poems I ever wrote.
PoetryHello beautiful readers, in this book, I take you through the first 20 poems I ever wrote. I hope you enjoy it and feel the emotions with as much passion as I did. 🤍
