Not a poem, just a couple paragraphs of my journey these past 4 years. Fuck, it was so tough facing all these emotions I thought I'm bipolar.
I tried to understand the humiliating labels they called eachother. And as I was noticed by them I was labeled as well. Fuck, it was hard trying to keep my shit together. The confusion hit me hard as I tried to figure out what I should reply with. I tried following them, because they seemed to know what's going on. But I was just too fucking confused. It never made any sense to change the things that I never thought did any discomfort to anyone.
So as I made my own way, people grabbed me from everywhere trying to hurt me. I never knew why they hurt me though. So I kept walking through it, my tears covering my chest and face. I learned to fight and escape to peacefulness.
Now I know they were just so jealous I didn't give a fuck.
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Talking Nonsense
PoetryTalking nonsense since I had a voice. This is how I usually talk, and no one understands. So hopefully I can put them here as poems, and maybe someone will understand me.
