I felt as though I needed to change to be accepted by others
My entire personality was trapped under covers
Constantly hiding my true colours
I never asked to be an outcast
I wished my feelings could be on a broadcast
To compare our massive contrast
And to overcome the past
The life I lived was little white lies
One day I soared through the magnificent skies
Showing no sense of demise
Until I became increasingly wise.
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Author:
Cheyenne Smith (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2021 04:39
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Comments2
Well crafted dear poet
Loved the way you used your words
Thank you very much
good for you!
love the self owned, positivity
shine bright, sister
do you!
Thank you, appreciate your comment
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