Why is it,
That when I say I will never get married,
The room is full of laughs?
Full of rolled eyes?
And sly comments of wedding bells in my future?
Everybody assumes I'll find love,
Nobody assumes that I don't want it,
They think they know me,
Think that random words are just flying from my mouth,
But words are my tools,
My one source of magic,
I'm forever told to express myself more often,
Open up to people,
Why is it,
That when I'm ready to talk,
Nobody is ready to listen?
YOU ARE READING
My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)
PoetryIn a world of political madness and anxiety at school, this is MY voice My way of getting my opinion heard. #7 in darkpoetry 3/2/20 #2 in wattpadpoetry2020 2/2/20
