If people were books
We would still be the same
Forced by society
To play this cruel game
Still we are judged
By the way we appear
Judged so much
That we wish we weren't here
Wishing to be liked
Because we are different
We wish life were like this
But the truth is, it isn't
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to be continued... I'm VERY sorry but I am not done with this. It's a poem I wrote in school, and I don't remember the rest of it, but as soon as I find the poem I'll update! However, I would love to know what you think of it so far!
Thanks :)
F.S
