Love to write  poem every night,
Poets have a wide heart,
In poetry, they cried,
It's another way to justified.

It makes them feel satisfied,
Every poem that they write,
It makes the readers inspired,
Every emotion they have inside,
In their poem, they applied
A poet can die but their poem  will still be notified.

Taught  through criticism

Thoughts were fuelled with cynicism

Feeling love was conditioned

According to our submission

We were imprisoned

In our minds where we envisioned

Better lives it became a mission

Tears, sweat and blood were always a given

But we've risen

Above these constrictions

Freed from our prisons

To make acquisitions

To make decisions

Based on valid reason

We were raised to be different

A generation of deliverance

That would

**be of great significance

When you live in order to survive

Yet you need to revive

The slither of life you hold inside

You must decide

Be successful and feel alive

Or

Deprive yourself and be unsatisfied

**

sometimes we live only to exist, waiting for something to give meanings to our lives

*We need to remember we are solely responsible for our own happiness and we chose what brings meaning into our lives

Empty promise
I suppose
the only empty promise either of us made
to one another
was each other
You promised me everything
I did the same
Now I am empty
Nothing to you
A meaningless name

hiding in the corners so no one can see me don't look i'm shaking and my mind is a mess it's one big huge scribble and I can't function I can't think straight my hearts racing and my bones shaking this is so ******* hard i'm so tight i'm wringing my hands with my head down I don't want to talk what if I have cancer I might die on the bus someone will see me breathe why am I here my arms hurt from holding myself still so I don't shake it's so ******* hard my head is a mess what if I die I want to hide and be invisible don't look at me breathe my heart is pounding and I can't think straight I feel sick what if I die what if I have a disease and no one knows what it is and I die before they figure it out and my head is a mess and i hide in the corners so no one can see me so no one can see so no one can see so no one can see
I just hide in the corners so no one can see.