The known

Did not seek my consent
Had me with no bit of sense
Then I grew, I got a mind
Was it a good thing to find
Grateful for the smiles
But scared for when I die
Would U judge me cause I know
What I shouldn't have done so
That's why what I fear most
Are the things that I know

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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