to be naïve
is to believe that every single person
to the people in their own way have qualities unlike anyother each unique
Vicious cycle of lacking something but what then
to put those in the same group different or same
searching for certain something
what then
have you searched yourself
have found and know every micro bit of yourself
why must we as humans need others to tell us our own worth
is it wrong to be different
what about the little people in this world, what happens to them
The Arts always seem to give us an escape from our reality
your safe haven
showing others that your not what they perceived
where is the good in that
YOU ARE READING
RANDOM POETRY I WROTE + some RANDOM rants
Poetryits basically some poetry I wrote for a last high school project, and some random rants here an there when I have writers block. some of its happy other times not so much I guess its how you people perceive it as, also im random
