It's funny isn't it?
That we're told that we are free to be who we are
That we are free to live how we want
That we can love who we want
But if you think about it
That's all complete bullshit
Cuz in the end you can't
In the end you have to live up to society’s expectations
And build up these fundations
For a live perfect in their eyes
Even though for you it's all a bunch of lies
It's lovely isn't it?
That you have to hide who you actually are
Cuz you kept being told that who you truly are is a sin
“you're too young to know how to live your life”
“god didn't design you to be like this”
“you're a shame”
And you let them win
Like it's some sort of game
It's hilarious isn't it?
That you grew up with the idea of monsters hiding in your closet
And now you're in there yourself
Maybe you are the monster
at least that's how they see you
A monster, a disgrace
A threat for the human race
It's amazing isn't it?
That you're hopelessly waiting till a save moment to come out
Even though people tell you the life you do want to live is wrong
So you start to doubt
Do you really want this?
Is this really you?
Isn't this just one of those phases?
But you are not a moon
You don't have phases
And hopefully you will find that out soon
Also, the answer is no
It isn't funny
It isn't lovely
It isn't hilarious
It isn't amazing
You don’t even know
How horrible this is
Until you live through it yourself
It’s a living hell
Yet you try to keep yourself up so well
And for everyone who tries people to change
Why would you try to change who someone is.
In the end we're all just humans
And you can not change that
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a mess of words
Puisi|| a mess of words || A book featuring my poems. Not all of them are good or amazing, but I wanted to share them anyway. Trigger warning: most of the poems contain mentions of pain.
