Is it just me?
Or can you also see?
How those little stereotypes
prevent us to be happy.
They say wear this,
when you want to wear that.
They say your this,
when really your not.
It's sad to know
that the truth can't be shown
because of those people
controlling and cold.
What was that word
we lost in the war?
Was it not acceptance?
Now so very far.
Beyond this place full of grief,
I worry one day I may become a thief.
Stealing the freedom
and joy of others,
becoming something I've loathed for years.
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So this is the first poem I've posted, I'm pretty sure I lost it in the end but like I said in the introduction I'm still improving. I forgot to add in the intro but I prefer if people ask me first before they start writing my poems on paper or typing it somewhere else, call me narcissistic, but I prefer possessive. I've encountered some stories that were plagiarized and had to be taken down, and that is something I don't want to happen to my first book here. Anyway there's nothing wrong in asking so thank you and goodbye.
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Poem Judgement
PoetryA list of poems that I've written, just a little something to remember what I've been doing. The poems here will range from my interests to what I feel.
