they don't listen,
to our words
our sentences holding so many syllabus that mean so much
they never want to hear those
they want us to sit, and pretend
pretend we aren't raging a war in our minds,
ready to fight back and rise again against their ridiculous ideals
they're scared, really
they know we've been sitting, we've been thinking
we have had so much time to perfect ourselves
yet they sit there, so worried about keeping us in check
they've rotted, and wilted
where we have overcome the shadow of lies they blanket us with,
they fall under it, and suffocate.
we rise above it and blossom
it's a breath of fresh air
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Poems :)
Poetryhere's some poems i've written, if i write any news ones i'll probably add them here :))
