Never.
I was never high.
I was never mean.
I always respected my elders.
Still I was being used.
Then I stood my man. I opened my mouth and started to get brave.
Still I was being used.
I did what my elders did. Intervened in their actions and contradicted.
Still I was being used.
Now what do I have to do?
Why is the task you gave me so hard to do?
Why is my riddle so hard to solve?
Guess, no one knows the answer.
Maybe I am no one.
Maybe I should go on with what I did before.
Maybe then I wont be used anymore.
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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
PoesieThis is just a book with thoughts and poems of me. I started this 'project' to share my anxiety and fears as well as parts of my inner soul with you. I do this just to feel better and free my thoughts so that anyone can read it out. Although this mi...
