"fushigi" poems
It’s strange, isn’t it?
We surround ourselves with those like us.
It’s strange
how we struggle amongst ourselves.
We hurt ourselves and hate ourselves
But how is it that we can be like this?
When the others do this we say it’s wrong
and they shouldn’t
but when we do it
it’s fine, and even right
It’s strange, isn’t it?
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC