Why is this world so fake? Even in church, which is supposed to accept all, fails us. Being called a spawn of the devil for who you love. The judgment for how you look.
People act like everything is fine, but behind closed doors it is a different story. Everyone has something they hide. Something no one can know. This world does not accept differences. If you are different you are automatically in the wrong.
Why must this happen? We are told to be different, but are shunned at even a glimmer of individuality. And we wonder what is wrong.
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Poems and Short Stories Of The Depressed
PoetryJust some poems from a depressed soul trying to find an outlet. If you have any ideas you would like me to write about and I can try my best to deliver.
