i'm so young
but don't you dare tell me i'm free
we're the ones with tears
blurring the screen
locked inside a room of numbers
is that what you call free?
i want to paint pretty pictures
but society says i cannot see
i'm standing out on the rooftops, screaming
"i know who i want to be!"
but i don't really
that's what they say
and their words have drowned me
and i'm their moulding clay
i could do a million things
to show what i can prove
but all that will really matter is the signature
- that's truth.
can't you hear?
we're calling for help
so many of us wanting out of our shell
to become the person we wish to be
if only that person could actually be seen
so, "help me"
"help me help me help me" i say
because this not-so-great mind
will soon be fading away
*~j.c~*
(there is a large chance this poem makes no sense. there is a large chance that this poem is not even a poem. bear with me, it's very late and i'm very not okay.)
(anyway, i've been feeling out of it. everyone around me is so sure of their life and i'm really not too sure anymore. i was always the kid who wanted to have a perfect future and i'm afraid that soon i may just be... not. after i wrote this i felt a whole lot better. it was like the words jumbled in my mind kind of fell onto paper - not very well, but eh - and i just want you guys to know that i think it's okay to be confused. it's not what you are, it's what you do. hopefully everything your worry will fade away when you're older and happy and living the life you've always wanted. God bless, and i love you all.)
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Dear World
Poetry"dear world, can you hear me?" [a collection of poems, thoughts, and quotes that tend to occupy my brain] Hopefully this collection makes you feel happy, or more okay, or even makes you realize that existing is not so bad after all.
