I was your art
And you were my painter
You made me unique
But how could that be when I myself couldn't think?
You put me on display
And told me to stay
Stay different and not the same
Over and over again you forced my walls to concave
"Chin up, back straight, and behave"
Back then I used to believe that I was your masterpiece
That was until I realized the only masterpiece was the one missing from me
~Madison
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
Poetry"Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." ~Robert Frost ~~~~~~~~ This book consists of my innermost thoughts-turned-poems that I have had cooped up in my mind. But, just as a note, the subjects of my poems ar...
