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I can't read anymore


It started with a book

All good things start with a book

 

I read the story that changed

my way of thinking

 

The way we are sheilded

In this "accepting" society.

We are taught one thing and then later taught another

 

I knew I wasn't gay

but then how can guys and girls both be pretty?

 

I did not know that labels were not needed. 

I did not know that there was more out there.

 

In our society should not everyone be able to find themselves?

 

But how can I find myself if I do not know what I am looking for?

 

SO many young confused children.

"Be yourself" society says.

 

I did not know there was anything besides myself. 

Are there other options?

 

Can I be Obama? 

Or Lorde? Or Jennifer Lawrence?

 

Can I change into who I want to be?

What if who I want to be is not who you say I am.

Is that still myself?

 

I could fill a book with the thoughts society fills me with. 

To the brim I am overflowing. 

Pages turning, 

 

Confusion sets in. 

 

What kind of book would it be?

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