I didn't like being human,
So I became a machine,
One cold with fury
Something heartless and mean.
I didn't like being iron,
So I cut myself clean,
Tucked my heart away,
Where it couldn't be seen.
I didn't like alot,
But now, finally, I see.
I liked being human.
I just didn't like me.
T.K.
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Eremophobia
RandomThe fear of being yourself. This is a collection of poems loosely based on my life, and things I've witnessed while growing older. I've noticed that people tells us to "be yourselves", but then they are disappointed with who "ourselves" really are...
