For all I know,
Everything I base my life off
Could be fake.
I don't know how
I'm still standing on solid ground
When you condense atoms you hardly get anything.
Grab onto fictional characters and
See myself in
Them
Oh yes, I am Iida, not as extreme, but yes...
Hey world?
Can you talk to me?
Can we take our collective voices
And start a revolution
6 feet apart?
People are dying,
But why should I care?
People laugh in the face of danger nowadays...
I want to go back to sleep and stay there,
For now
Until the world learns
That we all have undeniable rights.
All I want is to fly away from here,
Choke in the atmosphere,
And fall back to the ground,
Hopefully at peace.
Because we don't need another person.
We don't need anything more.
I yell at inanimate objects because if I take my anger out on people,
It just creates conflict and I am scared of that.
People-pleaser me
Because you see,
Whenever someone raises their voice I just
Freeze.
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My Personal Songbook (PT 1)
Poetrysongs and poems about me and the world. However you'd like to interpret them. A message for those painfully not aware even with everything going on: BLACK LIVES MATTER. this collection is sorted by newest to oldest going from "Brutality" onwards. ...
