The strings of society control me, control the ones in pain like me, the ones whom destiny is known to them and to others. Known to the ones that hurt us, we are bright, we are beautiful. They see it but to there control we can't see it. The ones whom shatter us, are shattered themselves. They control us, it's all they know. We are hurt, they are hurt. When is this controlling ever going to stop?
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some poems I made
Poetrythese are some poems I made I hope you like them if you want me to do more please comment what type of topic you want me to write a poem about
