I want something I can't have.
I want to be told something I never will.
I want to become someone who I will never be.
Everyone wants things they can not have.
Everyone wants to be told the truth, but no one can ever hear it.
Everyone wants to change for the better, but never do.
We are all the same, but claim to be different.
Ironic, how we claim to be individuals in a sea, but truly we are all merely a cloud of raindrops.

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My Cutting
PoetryRaw emotion from eyes that have to fake alot of happiness while watching the world burn up in flames as the ruthlessness of the people go unnoticed by one another. -Rebecca Atkinson