Should i tell
Maybe just a peep
No what will they think
My life is now on lockdown
Only one grain of sand is ready for my words
The other grains are not ready
Its time to tell
Suddenly a puddle
Then a light squeeze
Its fine i think
Some can comfort other can not

If poems could keep secrets
They would be  bare
There would be no red rose
No tears of devisation
No vast fields of color
No love or hate
No emotion
No anything just a bare feild abanded
The words would fade
The sentence would run away back into the pencil you hold
Pomes can not keep secrets all pomes reaval something

Why this
Why that


Why cant boys love boys?
And girls love girls

Why cant boys be fragile?
Why cant girls be tough?

Why do boys have to be good at sports?
Why can't girls be allowed to play?

Why can't boys cry?

Why cant people be equal?

Why do boys have to super strong?
Why can't girls be strong?

Why do people change?
Why can't they stay the same?

Tell me why everything has to be stereotyped?

Everybody is different.

Don't let tears hold you back
Let them guide you to your destination
Let them help you improve
Let them teach you
Don't let them ruin you
Don't let them destroy you