Poems from B. A.

Young Poet with old thoughts. LGBT member. Activist. Scientist. Teen.
What is the boundary of freedom? Whatever you discribe it as- it never fits its definition. For we know no freedom. Only the lack of. No...
I'm not as lost as think. I do things my way and no other. I am my own leader. I'm not alone for I have my own. My own body. My own heart....
Jealousy appears to be the only feeling in my heart. As I watch you touch him like I would like for myself. Don't you dare love him... but...
I have grown more emotion, as I fill my empty void with memories. My childhood has been replaced with the deep though of death. I've said...
I don't want you in my head. Sitting there, taking all of the space. My lock has been latched, as for you, can never escape.

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