Who am I?
Someone royal or deviant?
If what I wear defines me, then who am I?
If what I listen to defines me, then who am I?
If what I like defines me, then who am I?
Do we still live an era of cliquishness?
Then let me sleep; wake me up the next century.
Can black not be blended with white?
Can't one enjoy things of different worlds?
Can't I enjoy the night-sky and also love the sunrise?
Or is that not who you want me to be?
Robots exist, just not found in this.
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My Thoughts During Class
Teen FictionJust some of my hand written (now typed HAHA) poems, short stories, and quotes. Just my imagination going wild through the boring day.