I break open the doors,
But they still lock me out.
They zip up my lips,
While I'm trying to shout.
When I show them who I am,
They just turn away.
Ashamed that they know me,
Leaving me astray.
When I start to climb up,
They just let me fall.
But one day I'll prove it,
I'll prove myself to them all.
That I don't need their help,
I can do it on my own.
I'll show them how much I've learnt.
I'll show them how much I've grown.
~!~Ana
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A Poem Is Worth A Story
PoetryDo you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand word...
