When we’re young
We were told we’re special
Unique
That no one is like us
And that we should be ourselves.
As we got older, we learned otherwise
That we were all the same
But
Be otherwise and challenge it
And you're diagnosed as sick
And forced to take pointless medicines
Now were told to be ourselves again
That being strange is good
And we sit in the shadows
Unsure which is the lie
And which is the truth.
YOU ARE READING
In My Head
PoesiaA collection of my poetry. there is no rhyme or reason between them, they are simply there because i wrote them and needed a place for them to go. i know, my grammar sucks. also, there will be updates whenever i write more poetry.
