When will it be my turn?
To feel love and not hate.
When will it be my turn?
To laugh not cry.
When will I be free?
Because I'm still a caged bird.
When will I be sane?
Because the monsters still linger in my brain.
When can I smile
And not frown?
When can I try
And not fall down?
When can't it be me
That gets to sleep at night?
When can it be me
Free and in flight?
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Write Without Fear
PoetryIt say's it all in the title. It's time to share these. I'm writing without the fear of judgement from others and even myself.
