I was a seed once.
Quiet. Little. Insignificant.
I used to lean on my rocks from down below.
They were big, loud, and proud.
Manipulating. Ordering me to remain silent.
Dominating. They said they know what's best.
But not contented of the darkness,
Wanting to see the light,
Tired of the constant suffocation,
I chose to grow.
*𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓷
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Shattered Pieces
Random"Letting my emotions out through broken pieces of art." raineyen © 2018
