I've been waiting for freedom.
Freedom from you.
Free from all of your lies and remarks;
Free from the words you give;
Free from your actions;
Free from your pain.
You're willing to make me feel the way I do: sad, hurt, hatred. You can give me all of this pain, when you don't bother to know what my smile looks like?
How could you?
How could you bring all of this pain into my life? How can you watch me crumble and fall apart?
What makes you think that you are superior to everyone?
The answer: you don't know what love looks like. You don't know what kindness is.
It's about time you learn so.
It's about time that you learn so many things,
because your brain is a room with a broken light bulb.
YOU ARE READING
Dandelions are Flowers
PoetryWhen you hear, "weed" you can't help but think of all of the bad things. But when you hear, "flower" you think of all of the good things. Why should dandelions be full of the bad, when they can be full of the good?
