After many years of training
and many of death
finally I reach
the level 18
the next step
from here on out
the world is mine to hold
my life is mine to mold
or at least does are ones thoughts
how can you create your own path
while you're following one that was made for you
how do you decide what you want
if you're future was written someone else's hand
is this life
is this really everything that offers
then after a lifetime of strings
they expect you to live like an independent person
like a human
like nothing really happened
like if you weren't a slave and still are
Level 18
the next step
the level that finally
the butterfly flap her wings
or suppose at least that's what's suppose to be
YOU ARE READING
Not as expected
PoetryJust some thought and stories from a girl that likes to talk alone because most of the time there's nobody to listened or nobody to talk to
