isn't it tragic that people seem to be surrounded
by the forces of society, that will not seem to let you go,
they will not let you be free,
and sometimes, it may feel like you're trapped in a forest,
we all have been to this forest before,
it's dark, and tempting, and disgustingly "perfect,"
but somehow we are tied to these standards that are written in the trees,
and we beg to find our way out of this never ending maze,
all the trees are in our way, and they are unforgiving,
all we can do is pray and hope that we may find our way home,
that the trees might just disappear, and we are may see clearly who we are,
but after all,
a forest is not a forest without its trees.
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I'm trying - short poems
PoetryA collection of short poems about things that people don't want to talk about.
