we said what we think.
And just because it's not the same,
or just because someone couldn't understand
We got blamed at.
We went through the path full of hatred
of an entire world.
They said "You're free."
But their offenses appear like bullets
from nowhere.
Without letting us a break.
We can't dream when sleeping,
We can't live without hiding.
Even though it is an "old joke"
it still happens
it still hurts
And we swallow our words,
pretending we are unconscious
pretending we have no opinion
and we're losing our sanity.
WHO ARE WE?
Maybe we already forgot.
But we still know what we're not.
This is my first poem, or the first poem I upload to the internet. It's story is a bit of just random. Today at school, in english class, a teacher I haven't even met in a school I've been for around 5 years, told us to use some verbs and write something, anything, with them. Some of those were: sleep, say, understand, to be, and some other verbs I don't remember now. I thought about what happens to many kids and teenagers, mostly in schools today. I made it in about... 10 minutes maybe?
Well, I hope you like it. :)