What do I have to hide beneath?
To protect me with surety?
Is it really,
Fear that is my enemy?
The things I feel
When people question me.
I let life rush past,
Running wild and free;
While I am left
Stuck with insecurity.
Eventually I must see
The sheer stupidity
Of letting this control me.
But I know with certainty
That they will never stop
judging me unjustly.
Can I accept this destiny?
Yes, it is the part of me
They can't take it away you see?
I have become the king
Of my feelings.
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Poetic Justice
RandomThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
