I write,
Not to impress everyone,
But to fight,
From the sadness, I want to shun.
I write,
Not to flaunt in everyone,
But to comfort myself,
From the anonymous grief.
I write the words,
That I cannot tell to anyone,
Those words that I felt so odd,
I write using a pen, my sword.
Hello. This is an ongoing collection of poetry. Some of these were written years ago, and I decided to release them for they've been prisoned in my notes. However, most of these are composed recently. Any critique will be welcomed and greatly appreciated, but please do so politely.
Thank you so much!
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Releasing The Prisoned Thoughts | Short Poetry
PoetryAs a reminder, this book does not support any form of self-harm. All of this is solely the result of the author's emotions, imagination, and what I observed in my environment.
