I'm tired of being underestimated,
Always looked down upon,
Made to be the underdog,
A wife,
Sickening,
The very thought is,
Roaring goes my voice,
Over the top of every crowd,
Never ignored,
Going to stop only in my grave,
W hy would I become a stereotype?
Of whom there are many when i am,
Me,
And,
Nothing can change that,
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
