My problems
Get everyday worse
But they don't worth it
I don't want them
I ignore them
Things happen
People
People force innocent people to fight
It's not my problem
But i feel caught
I can't change it
STOP
please
I feel stressed
Fucked up
It's too much
The days i were younger
No problems
No matter
But now
I've got to know so much
Too much
AND I HATE IT
All the people
Adults
It's a phobie
I don't want to go out anylonger
To see other people
Humanity
The same as stupidity
Threat me
Blame me
But I'm not going to fight for you
Trap me
Take my passion
But not this time
You can't take my time
Just because we live in the same century
You can't take my choice
Just because you have a higher standard
We all are humans
We don't have to fight
So why should i do that
It was your idea
Fight by your own
Leave me out
I HATE YOU
I HATE WHAT YOU DO
YOUR FORCE
YOUR RULES
WHY SHALL I DO THAT
deal with yourself
NOT with me
WAR for another reason
Fight to be stronger
With your own
I wear your scars
My tears burn
I'm suffering
I'm choking
Nothing
You dont even pay attention
Ca 75 years
They will passes by
You
You want to take my time
No.
Not this time
I'll defeat this rules
This century.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryPoetry♠️♥️♣️♦️ (Please don't copy. All texts are written by me and belong to me.)
