Leave me alone! Let me grow.
Let me grow like wild grass in this garden
Please let me be in my form....please don't trim me off with your rules and regulations.
I might seem wasteful to you but no I carry out my works when the sun goes down, the CAM cycle.
You say me I'm a fool not growing properly, but have ever given a second thought before chopping my head off???
But actually you know what you are doing with me. With us.... trimming us every time with new new tools just to keep us in form....
But what you don't know is ..... you're demolishing my real form.
Crushed and thrashed by your tools... I'm a nomadic soul running from your rules.
Sadly I cannot run cause my base is this barren ground.
I'm gutsy enough to cut you with my blade but I know.... I'm weak enough if you pluck me off my base.
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Distressed
شِعرSorry guys I'm out ideas for the title of the poem basically it's over the feelings of a student under peer pressure and worries of excelling in academics I'd love if someone can suggest a better title
