Our world requires perfect, but we have sinned to see.
For we have the sin of knowledge along with our sin to be.
For we have realized to exist, and exist we may.
No longer held back by our brothers of yesterday.
We are egotistical from our discovery, for we have found fireless light.
We are the new and the old.
We reveal the secrets of the unmentionable times with secrets of our own.
We have sinned in more ways than one.
But the most is our golden one.
Our golden one is the sun, but we mustn't speak this way.
We mustn't betray our brothers, but it brings no pain.
I am myself.
YOU ARE READING
poetry from my different sides
PoetryI'm just a insecure trans teen suffering from mdd, gad, pmdd, and an ed. This is a poetry collection covering most of my problems causing my ed so trigger warning. In no way do I encourage anorexia, it is a monster, be safe and get out while you st...
