Soon, I will not be myself,
But a shell of a soul,
Hiding and waiting to come out.
Soon, others will criticize my beliefs,
And tell me who to love.
Soon, I will feel alone,
While others wonder why.
You say you "understand", when you don't and can't.
Being who I am wont even be an option.
Deeper and deeper my feelings will have to go.
I'll be "normal" to the eye, but I'll be dying on the inside.
Waiting,
To be free.
But when that time comes,
Will I even remember how to be myself?
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Emotional Poems
ŞiirThis was a way to improve my writing and learn from my mistakes, but has become a way to express how I feel. I am open to feedback, and any advice you have on my writing. I will keep adding to this, and writing about various emotions and feelings I...
