I'm trying to find my feet, whilst feeling this almighty heat, I'm burning up, I can't just give up, I gotta fight, for the right, to do whatever I want, even if the stress of it all is making me look gaunt.
Freedom, is what I'm after, I don't wish to feel like the world's demon, I just wanna provide laughter.
You spite me with your words, not knowing how much they hurt, you remain spiteful, like being recycled, your attacks just keep on going, they remain flowing, and stab at me, and make me bleed.
I wanna change life, make it right, make people believe, that they can dream, set themselves free, from within their soul, so they don't feel they have to flee, so maybe deep inside they can feel whole, and become immune from all the hate, and create their own fate.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
