I am so tired, but I'm not allowed to be
I am so mad and fed up, but I'm not allowed to be
I am so messed up, but I'm not allowed to be
You know why?
Would you like to know why the world doesn't let me be that way?
Because it's the world itself who made me this way
The world messed me up
And I'm the one who suffers from all the world's mistakes
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryBe warned, I probably won't update this that much. This is just poetry that I write when I feel like writing...stuff.
