You may live behind a mask, and you may be split into three, but the greater part of me is stuck behind a wall that was put up by the fearful part of me. The part of me ensnared wishes to be untamed. Freed into the world that's just waiting to be explored.
Because that's exactly what the world is doing. It's waiting. Maybe not for anyone specific, but it's waiting for something to rise above and exceed past the expectations that society has put up a bar for.
It would even go as far as changing the meaning of that bar.
But it's held back by the unbreakable chains that are created by the fears and anxiety that haunt it. So much opportunity, so much potential, all bunched together and stuck behind an indescribable wall.
Although the greater part of me is stuck, it's not struggling to be free. It will wait patiently for the fear to dissipate, and with it, the wall.
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Unprofessional Poems
PoetryJust poems that were written by a teenager who does really know what she's doing. Please read. I promise they're not terrible- just unprofessional, and sometimes kind of angsty.
