We judge other's sexuality,problems, looks and identity,
But ourselves struggle to find who are we?,
We are free to question about others what and how,
But can't express ourselves if asked now.
Are we all lost,
In our self finding paths?
But how can we be lost,
In a journey that we didn't start.
More than afraid to show who we are,
We are scarred by the possibilities that are,
In the fear that society won't accept us,
We stop expecting the real us.
When we see someone
Stepping out and coming out,
We are worried in bolds,
And silently proud.
It's okay to be lost
In our journeys to ourselves
Than to never start
And yet waiting for one to end.
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Poetember | Spoken poetry | Scrambled words
PoetryDON'T COME AT ME FOR WHAT I SAID, IGNORE MY GRAMMAR, PAY ATTENTION TO THE FEELINGS.
