i wish my parents understand
how reading a book at midnight
fills my empty soul
i wish they understand how
the words I write until dawn
fixes my broken heart
but they do not
they cannot
they will never understand
i know that they see this
as an earthly pleasure
insignificant to my future
for me, it is not
every word is art
i breathe it like the air
to make me live
without words,
i am alive but bleeding
i guess they never
truly knew how i lived
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Enchanted (A Collection of Poetry)
Poetryteenage memories immortalized through words ✒️ 2018 - 2022