Your camouflaged in this crowd. Pleasing others as you will. You think. Maybe. They will like you this way, but really you can't help but be self-conscious every second of the day. You live in the shadows. No personality of your own. What a shame. You won't ever see the light to this world because you only live in the dark. Like a moth to a flame, you can't help but be attracted to the fire. Where you will die. Alone because you can't just like yourself. Like yourself, don't blend, learn more, see more, understand more, be more. Than just a clone.
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Perceptions -A series of poems- by Ashleigh
PoetryThese are some of the best poems, I, Ashleigh, have written. Feel free to comment on them, give me constructive criticism, tell me what you liked about them. And don't forget to vote! I love all my readers and I hope you love my poems.
