to become what we are to be,
We must change what makes us alive,
in order to remain such
When they told me this,
i was just a child.
learning,
growing,
building.
Who knew the damage it could enact
How dare they make me feel
like i am worthless
like i wont make it in the world
like there is something wrong with me.
like there is no reason to keep living.
No one deserves that.
But society does not care.
You will be left in the dust.
Fuck that.
It wont change.
Because it works.
As long as spiteful beasts are churning out
which they are.
Why fix what is not broken?
because even though it may not be broken itself,
It may be breaking someone else.
It may have broken you.
YOU ARE READING
Olive (Poetry Vol II)
PoetryHello dear reader!!! Welcome to Olive, my second book of poetry! Here I will be compiling my original poetry. My uploading will be spontaneous, because I work in short bursts of creativity, so apologies in advance. If you are looking for more of my...
