I wish I was a bird,
So I could fly into the sky.Watch my worries pass me,
As the world whispers
"Goodbye".But would they clip my wings?
Cage me with their lies?Or would they let me sing?
And tell me
"It's alright."
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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...