Wishing for clarity,
to be able to see,
the line I never had,
between what's good and bad.
I've been misguided,
pitied and chided.
Trying to do good all along,
yet it seems to end up all wrong.
They tell me to be good,
I don't know how I should.
If I was ever taught,
I dread I have forgot.
I can't understand,
but others demand,
so I try as I'm told,
just can't stand when they scold.

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my poems
PoesíaEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.