The outside world is cruel
The outside world is bad
It changed my point of view everyday into something worse
I'd rather stay in my little bubble I have
But no, they say, that's not possible, my friend
I'll sit in my room for hours wondering away
If I can escape the outside world
Or do I have to stay?
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A Poem for the Judged
Poetrya collection of poems about the feelings of people in our society who are judged.
