i used to crave for the world to see
the medals i brought home.
because that’s the only way for me to feel
that i make sense, and that
i’ll try to work harder in exchange
of praises.
too much, that i depended the things that
i will choose and do
to what people will tell me.
i was like a loyal dog,
waiting for its owner’s commands,
whether i should or not
bite the tasty toast in front of me.
too much, that i forgot how it feels like
to live free from their words.
i accepted too much of their comments,
that i thought of taking only what they
want for me to take.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Поэзия"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
