Firstly, thanks to everyone who's looked over the last few days. I really want to get this blog more popular, so please send it on!! It's well on it's way to 400 views, so help me get it there by passing it on and letting others do the same. Much love for those of you who do. =]
This blog - as you can probably tell by the title - is a personal feelings poem upload. So yes, it has a poem, and I think it might be relatable. This one was written on my phone originally (on a bus). I'm honestly not sure about it, so I need some feedback for this one. But yeah; I'm not gonna' waffle too much - I know it gets boring. Here's the poem. =]
The life with which I lead is
But a life I cannot live,
Within this scribble of a world with
All its pressure to which we give
Into to be the reflection of;
What society wants us to be,
So we’re not the island
Isolated in the sea
Of laughing faces, taunting
Within my bubble that they
Pop with their cloned daggers so
I’m directed in their way
Of prejudice beliefs of what
Perfection was and is now
Until forever in
A body that’s not ours,
But the possession of the
World that’s too full
Of fashion courts and
The teen’s judgemental school.
And we are forced to lead a life
With which I cannot love that much
Until I’m granted the bare
Hand to leave my identifiable touch
That was called 'Expectations'.
Hope you liked it, but if not, and even if you do, comment to let me know why. Seriously, the more of you that comment, the bigger the smile on my face gets. I like to smile.
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MUCH LOVE.
Kbye. =]
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