They say our minds are oppressed.
Is freedom free?
Are we directing our own foot steps?
Who are you without the influence of your parents, friends, society?
Who I'm I?
I'm I really what I want to be, or, do I want to be her to meet their expectations, to be accepted, to be valued, to be loved ?
What's the point?
I'm not in control of my own actions, my own mind, my own destiny: I'm I?
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Peeling clementine
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...
