Acting as a cloak under which to hide,
allowing myself to reveal more of me
without having to feel completely
exposed to all that is out there, but
then taken away by the breaking of
dawn and being replaced with fears of
acceptance and pressure to be just like
the rest. Destroying all sense of
individuality for the sake of peace of
mind for the commen man on the
street.
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A little of me... (poems)
RandomI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
