It's like thousands of bricks on your back.
Being the true you is hard,
Especially if you're in a pack.
It's like being trapped in a yard,
But that one day,
Will come when you are ready to speak your true self.
All you have to do is slay,
When that day comes don't be a piece of art on a shelf.
Be the artist with all of the rainbow,
let your colourful day be your light.
And glow,
So bright.
So be yourself and don't care what people say.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
