Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
What is in my mind you cannot see I have been working on this since I was three A long process but I have been held hostage My own choices that allowed the voices Directing me on my way to get me to stay World of convention instead of perfection
0
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
You cannot see
What is in my mind you cannot see I have been working on this since I was three A long process but I have been held hostage My own choices that allowed the voices Directing me on my way to get me to stay World of convention instead of perfection
lisa-gray
Written by
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem