My mind is full of things I wish I could say,
Small words on the tip top of my tongue,
So many that I could write an essay,
Words that have been there since I was young.
Since I was old enough to think in my head,
My mind had been so full of things,
Things that choked me till I wanted to be dead,
It was almost like they were being pulled back by strings.
Tiny strings that were invisible to me,
That made me feel like a fool,
I want to be free,
I would yell and try to break the rule,
But no matter what I said,
Or did,
I was still only a voice inside my own head.
-Jack Q, written 2023
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The Kalopsia Poet's Collection
PoetryCarpe Diem ~ Sieze the day "We do not read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race... and the human race is filled with passion." - John Keating D.P.S This is a book of poems I wrote, en...
