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I can stand my roots
I don't need your daily dose
of normalcy in my blood
I'm a fully grown 17 year old
yet still entirely stuck
with your inhuman lifestyle
never for me to fit in
so much for making own choices
so much for escaping tortures
so much for pursuing solace
so much for living this palace
I'm tired of protecting
my ears from your trashy talks
my eyes from your mocking stares
my soul from your demonic sass
my mind from your constant stress
I won't live up
to your screwed up standards
neither do I need your daily dose
of so-called normalcy in my blood
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
