Your childish demeanor
Doesn't fit in our mold
Better fix it, your soul could be sold
a book to follow, mess with your mind
Don't make up you own ideas
Your hobbies will be fined
You'll play right into are palm.
What a delight.
You'll only see and hear what we deem acceptable tonight,
no will left to fight
Now we're finished with you dear,
wheres are next wrongdoer?
YOU ARE READING
make your moment
PoetryI hope you enjoy these poems I wrote they are all mine so please do not repost or copy my work thank you!!!
