So this poem was originally written by my friend, but I wrote a different version of it. His is the better one tho.
I don't want to change
I like who I am
Why isn't it strange
Don't do what I can't
When people complain
They get what they need
Their words are in vain
They just make me bleed
I listen to all
Their problems and such
I try, help them fall
Don't know very much
But when I look on
And see all the pain
I can't just move on
My thoughts will remain
Focused on problems
That are not my own
Reaching for objects
And end up alone
Why isn't it strange
I like who I am
I don't want to change
My life just began
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الشعرSo I write poetry. These are bored poems, random poems, depressed poems. But my brother tells me they're good, so I'm sharing them on his advice...
