So proud to be me deep inside
Where identities and colored flags wave with pride
To the world I'm unafraid of who I've become
But to home I trudge back with no hint of the sun
So scared to be me inside my own house
These walls cage more than even air gets out
White text on dark gray is a last exhilaration
White lowercase "F" on blue's a sibling's salvation
So concerned with other people's wishes all the time
Tired of forgetting any trace of mine
No more will I forget the tale of my dreams
No more will my smile seem to plan as it seems
So curious, even now, of the place from whence my ideas come
Where do they wander, ponder, and run-
Rampant among fields of stars or the dreamscapes of a kaleidoscope dahlia
Fracture a lying mirror and find the real Malia
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Divided Unity
PoetryPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.
