I don't understand how people do it
They move along
With the "current"
We follow other people
In an attempt
To be unoriginal
Because now-a-days
What matters
Is how much makeup you have on
Not
What you do with your life
It's hard
"Fitting in"
But I never said I did
Maybe I don't want to
I hate crowds anyway
So why go along with one?
The world is full of shallow people
They use that
As an attempt
To hide the pain
That they face
Everyday
It's rather sad
I watch them as they walk by
They're ruining themselves
Inside
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Poems By Me
PoetryThese are poems about shit I've dealt with, even just this year alone. From poems about depression, love, fighting, anger, heartbreak, friendship, and wonders you will surely be able to relate to something. If you're going through a hard time like...
