I always talk about an unnamed force, I call it a "They",
Who am I referring to when I say this?
Society, that has forced me into someone they think I should be?
The demon in the mirror that calls me ugly even though she has my face?
Life, that's given me a mask that I used to wear joyously, now think about returning it?
The circumstances that stole my innocence?
Or am I just referring to everything?
Yeah, that's probably it, everything is so fucked up I can't just blame one thing.
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Shit Happens
PoetryThis is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expe...
