To what end will I face
On this long journey
In search of who I am?
A conflicted character
Being projected with who they wish
Me to be,
A little biological segment of
Their lives they wish
To mold and sculpt into their
Idea of perfection?
Perhaps they'll make me
The 7 of Clubs
And douse me in their pity.
Or, if granted that I have strong
Enough will power,
I will cut away from their tentacle arms
And run far and fast
To a salvation of self exploration.
Perhaps my own self perception
Will override their foolishness!
It is quite a large spectacle
To observe,
For this developmental process is
Only the first chapter
Of this grueling journey
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Feels
PoetryThose intense feelings that tangle their arms around your body and try to eat you alive, all wrapped up into this collection of poems. Enjoy.
