Is it wrong, that I do right?
That I speak my mind
And not what they expect of me?
Is it wrong, to be hopeful of fitting in?
To not be a misfit
Surrounded by fake canines?
Can I speak to a real soul?
And not be afraid of the shame that follows?
Of that clouded judgement,
Deemed for souls alike mine?
Is it really that wrong,
To be right?
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Rosé Cacti
Poetry"See the war inside of her Of the heart and the soul Deadlier than that of the heart and mind. She laughs, She conceals; She cries, She writes; All that the heart wants, she gives And the soul is fed with fake promises. She flourished her wilting ro...
