Imagine a boy leading the rebellion,
Or a mean girl who earns the nicest guys trust,
But destroys his heart,
A villain who wins,
Maybe our cherished lead living in a hell of their own
Imagine a world plot twists aren't predictable,
Or love to be left unconsidered,
Because it doesn't touch the plot,
An original masterpiece,
Maybe something, someone taking their own lead
Same or different,
A game we should play,
Am I writing it,
Or has it been dictated by the money,
The business,
The times
Why is writing fiction so hard?
Author's Note:
1)I'm not sure if this classifies as a poem. It was originally meant to be a rant about how gender stereotypes, but it just grew into this... thing. So I wouldn't call it poetry.
2) I often wonder when I'm writing if I am writing my own ideas or someone else's. Does anyone else every think that?
3) I actually updated.
YOU ARE READING
The Random Shelf: Plots, Characters & Crazy
DiversosThe Random Shelf is a random collection of ideas used to inspire myself and other. Basically welcome to my head!
