Stereotypes.
We let other people define us
We don't even fight 'em
Letting them tell us who to be
We lose our identity
In the words they label us
We come to hate us
And strive to be their carbon copy
It's strange
How we let simple words shackle us to a certain personality,
A way of feeling, of acting
And say that everything is alright
If you hate me
Then I become you
When I start to hate me too
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Stolen Heart
PoetryA small collection of poems about my thoughts and feelings. I hope you find them appealing. Thank you for reading. And please comment if you find something needing.
