Who are we?
All we want is to be "free".
"Free". What does that mean?
Everything, anything and all in between.
We all have our own definitions,
Our own ambitions,
Of who we are
And who becomes a star.
Glimmering in a sea of fame
But they don't know our name.
So we are all a silent microphone
Wishing and hoping from our home.
YOU ARE READING
Metamorphosis
PoetryA collection of my own poetry. Hope you enjoy! By having Metamorphosis as my title, I don't want to sound like a snooty snob who only uses fancy words: because it isn't who I am. The title felt like the appropriate name as, if you read my bio, I've...
