Push me here, push me there
I will find my way
To my future
Why shall I stay?
For you to keep me?
Trapped.
I fear the ties we hold.
These chains we call, family.
The best
Yet can rip your chest.
So don't hold you breath.
Leave, leave for your future.
Thanks for reading.
YOU ARE READING
A Gift To You
شِعرDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
