Wanting to be a different person is hard because I want to be a ***** with blond hair and blue eyes and to have a big strong boyfriend.
But I also want tattoos and pale skin and to shave the sides of my head and dress in button ups and ties and to have a deep voice.
Or I could be tall and thin with long hair and a skirt and a cute voice and big sweaters and a little fluff.
But I also want to be a boy with a broken heart to mend and wear makeup and to fix myself.
But
I'm none of these
I'm a person who wants more
I want to be different
But I'm just me
And I'm getting better at liking just me

my eyes covered with a sheet of earth
the knife cutting edges of falling leaves
the night , the beauty and the sound of trees
magical how we , a simple spec of dust in the universe
floating aimlessly
we breathe the air made of stars
drink from lakes made of our skies tears
nothing is holding me down
im a piece of paper floating around
in our universe we drown
the planets and stars , trees and woods
shallow waters and high cliffs
nothing would've gotten me prepared for this

Hi! My name is poetic and I'm poetical,
I shine with the pen and I always get lethal.
Don't be stunned when my poetry's jab
Causes plague and blinds you with a flap!

My speech is rooted in truth
And my words are anchored by oath.
The metaphor speaks for itself
And the simile becomes my wealth.

I am a poet,you don't seem to know it!
I don't think twice,I just blow it!
The poem that you've just read today
Was taken raw from the shelf by the way.

I was a broken puzzle
And now with these words as I addazzle,
I can say poetry brought it all together
And made mild conditions of the weather.

Don't hate,I speak my mind,
And regret after the words are combined
To infiltrate your soul and propagate
A well refined feeling of weight!

Half the words I orchestrate the meaning,
The other half I display with grinning.
What matters is that I planted the seed
And you nurture it well as you read!