You must stop this.
but for why?
How can I change,
I feel no bliss.
Who are you to judge?
You not a clue,
Of me or what I truly am.
But maybe shall I budge?
Should I express?
Open my mind,
reveal my interworkings.
No I refuse, I will not depress.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
You must stop this.
but for why?
How can I change,
I feel no bliss.
Who are you to judge?
You not a clue,
Of me or what I truly am.
But maybe shall I budge?
Should I express?
Open my mind,
reveal my interworkings.
No I refuse, I will not depress.
All is well, except no name for my poem.