We are manipulated
From the way we look
To the way we actThe world trys to create the perfect person
ButWhat is the perfect person?
Is the perfect person just somebody to do everything you say?
Or are they just another self centered replica of you?
Why cant people leave others alone? and just let them be them
And thats no were near you
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POEMS
PoetryTheses are the feeling that you keep inside and never let out Those feelings when your heart can never stop beating Those feelings that you can never explain And feelings you have yet to experience