Shit
Shit.
Yes, shit.
I am disconnected. This being so, I don't mind.
I am so far gone that it doesn't phase me.
I want to be free. I want to experience life, guilt free.
I want to love life. I want to love. Love...
I am in love.
But...
I want to test the boundaries of it.
How much further can I go?
Is this finding who I am or am I running from someone I am not?
Shit.
Just shit.
For once I want to be selfish.
A thing I am forgein to. Is it wrong?
Or... is it right?
Am I allowed to be like this even if someone could get hurt?
Is it fair to harm others in exchange for your own protection?
I want to be me,
shit.
I am a confused girl who isn't sure she wants to live.
To live simply because this world is shit.
A pile of shit.
People say the good out ways the bad.
What about the people who say that not all good can right one wrong?
How are we to live life if those are our options?
Honestly, this just makes everyone disconnected.
That simple opinion will always test the boundaries.
The boundaries of this world.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This world is shit.
My life is shit.
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Storm_Freak
I found that poetry is the one and only way to fully get out what's stuck in my mind/ heart. A dear friend of mine encouraged me to write poetry and ever since then, I've written these poems. In less then a year, my poems have become well liked amongst friends and family. The first 15 I posted are the first 15 I did in a year's time. I write for me, and for other people who want to read them. If you don't like what I write, then don't be hateful. Only be critical.
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