The world is always against me
I feel envy for the people who are able to be free
I look outside through my window
And watch the pigeons
How lucky are pigeons?
They don't have parents who ruin their lives
They don't have a bedtime
They don't have to worry about being attractive enough for a mate
They don't have to feel locked up in a cage mentally
They fly freely and eat the things they wanna eat they are able to be the people they wanna be
Anyways again this is a goodbye from me
-T
YOU ARE READING
Planted
Poetry"As my feet are planted on the ground I'm not really here I'm thinking about fleeing and being away for it is you I fear."
