We were all told
To be things
Pretty, smart
Kind
Not to end up like those people
The people who didn't conform
The people like me
YOU ARE READING
Naive
PoesieWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
