Why the hell do we bother to write?
None of these thoughts are our own
And these stories we tell
Were once told not so long ago.
There is not one thought
Or sentence
That is our own.
Yet we look to these thoughts
As if they are unique
And will one day build us a throne.
Now look back.
Remember how we wrote
before we knew others would see?
Our style has changed.
We've conformed,
Lost the style that belonged to our hearts.
For what?
For a few likes
Maybe even a repost.
Was that worth giving up our passion?
Our writing is not unique,
But it still can make an impact.
That is if we stop conforming.
Imagine the difference.
If we actually kept true to ourselves
Our writing and this world
Would be a hurricane of passion.
Our voices would scream louder
And our thoughts would actually be heard.
For once everyone would want to listen
Not talk.
We sure as hell aren't unique,
And there will never be new revelations,
But we can still make a change,
Watch societies mold
Crumble to our feet
And a new world be built.
It will be filled with writing and passion.
Nothing could change that.
Grab that pen and write.
Let your heart bleed out on the paper.
It might take some tears,
But it will well be worth it.
YOU ARE READING
Not so average poetry
PoetryPoems of Suicide, depression, body image, self harm, insecurities, ect. Some are triggering so please take any warnings seriously. Many are written in first person, but they don't refer to myself. If you have any suggestions or ideas let me know. En...
