Why I am a poet


United States
41° 11' 1.1184" N, 74° 26' 27.0204" W

Reality is somewhere I can never be free.

Its where you keep me from being me.

I’d give almost anything to be free.

I’m only human, what do you expect from me?

I’ll never be free.

I’ll never be what you want me to be.

I’m only human, can’t you see what you’re doing to me?

I’m falling on my knees, begging you to let me be free.

I’m sick of this.

It feels like I’m breaking apart.

It’s too hard to breath.

I don’t believe you’ll ever let me be free.

So ill escape to a place where I can be me,

And absolutely free.

A place to write poetry

A place where you cant bother me.



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