We are standing here … waiting
We are screaming and praying
Trying to figure out this life
We are normal people not aliens
We just want to get by without any harm
But they keep tracking our steps, hunting us
and trying to kill us …
but, we are fighting and we keep on waiting,
looking at the blurry light with tears in our eyes.
We are wondering when this fight will end?
When will we be able to stand tall with no fear?
We are waiting for the moment
When we can stop hiding.
When will this judgmental world understand?
*end*
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My Writing & Poems in a Small Book
RandomA group of my random writing and poems. Not the best poet or writer, but it was one of the ways for me to escape everything. Hope you enjoy them :)
