A wilted flower
I’m not trying to be anything,
I’m done trying to be more.
I’m not forcing myself to change,
I’m done being a society whore.
I’ll bare my personality,
I’ll allow it to be loud.
I won't wilt my minds flowers,
I will let them grow all around.
I’m not trying to be anything,
Especially for a world,
Who is cruel no matter who you are,
Because I was just a little girl.
When I was told I could be anything,
Then tossed to the side,
When society saw my war scars
And pointed blaming fingers,
Until all I could do was cry.
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I would like to state that I have a collection of all of my poems in three published short books as well that you can search and reference or read more of if you'd ever want to.
A Gentle Mind on Fire, A Gentle Minds Embers, A Gentle Mind Smoldering.
