Dear reader,
I cannot stand people telling me how I (should) feel, how I (should) live, and how I (should) love. Anyone would, and this article of poetry was written to show that. Remember: your body is for you, no one else. Your mind is for you, no one else. Ignore what anyone else says that is negative, and if you feel that you are a certain way: believe yourself. Believe yourself over anyone else. You know yourself best.
i ran away.
i am sick of this constant talk of foster homes,
and parents who i “love”,
and the complete
absolute
bullshit
i hear come out of their mouths.
i pick up a flower,
a red one.
not sure what type,
but it has a lot of petals.
they’ll be mad at me,
they won’t be mad at me,
they’ll be mad at me,
they won’t be mad at me…
i know i’ll get scolded
when i go back to that
house.
they’ll be mad at me,
i pluck the last petal.
they won’t be mad at me.
they won’t be mad at me?
bullshit.
just more bullshit.
is there a single place where
i can find the
truth?
