I'm finding more and more that writing poems is a really great way to express my emotions, regardless of the quality of the poetry.
Why do you reject me?
Hold me down
with your laming words?
You know it?
Maybe not?
But you are the reason
I am not
who I am meant to be.
There is an angel in me
wanting to fly,
ready to escape this cell.
You think
you’re protecting yourself-
but I’m just trying
to hug you - no hate,
only love,
but you’re wearing
a spiked vest.
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