As much as I want
To be me,
I can't always do that.
People don't want me to be me.
Instead of being this quiet girl,
Who wholes up in my room,
I want to be loud
And adventurous.
Society says that being
Boisterous and travel ready
Is bad and does everything
It can to keep me trapped.
I want to think I'm beautiful
Inside and out,
But it's difficult when society say beautiful is
Tall, blonde hair, blue eyes, big breasts and a butt to match, and thin waist.
I want to have a certain job
But society, once again, say
"Fuck you and your dreams" and
"You can't do that. You're much too delicate."
I want to be the me that listens to games OST
And watches loud, boisterous people.
But know can't, because society tells me to be
A quiet little lady.
I don't want to be the one who is trapped because
I am stuck within certain ideas and stereotypes,
But I am.
I hope that'll change one day.
I'll one day fully accept
The fact that society does NOT
Control me and that I'm free to be
Who I want to be!
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My Poetry
PoetryPoems that have come to me at random times over the years and continue to do so. Some poems speak about touchy subjects, but I will put a warning at the beginning of those poems. Constructive criticism welcome!
