Poetry (or something like it)

The Giver

{This is a poem I wrote in my terrible poetry class and it took me a couple of minutes to let the words flow. At least some way. Enjoy 🙂}

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In a World with depression,

A world without acception,

You must be the same as everyone else,

or there will be consequences.

You must walk the same,

You must talk the same,

They chose your friends and you must accept them.

But when do you get a choice?

When do you get a say?

They decide how you dress,

They decide what you eat,

They even give us drugs so that we can't feel,

We can't truly see the colors of life if we can't feel.

How do you feel?

The world has many beauties that we can't see,

The green grass, the blue skies, but why must they be hidden, shamed, and forgotten?

Why must I only see gray?

Why must my life be bland with the unsatisfying taste of food with no love made into them?

Love...

What is love?

I never felt that before..

Do my parents love me?

Do my friends love me?

I know not feeling loved is bad but.. How can I be sad when I've never felt it anyways?

How will I go on in life?

I must stop this.

I must stop the constant cycle of my boring and bland life.

I will not take my meds,

I will not dress the same,

I will not eat the same,

And I will love who I choose to love...

No one can control that no more... No one.