Once, my mother told me,
that I can't be what I want to be.
I have to be what she wants me to,
but I don't want that to do.
I want to be myself,
me.
But she doesn't care,
what I wanna be.
She doesn't know me,
she doesn't know who I am.
But I don't care,
I have a plan.
I will run away one day,
away from her.
When there won't be anything yo say,
when no one will care.
I will do it,
I will run.
I will just run,
not looking back.
Not looking at the place I called home,
I am going away.
I will live alone.
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The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
