I'll never be able to taste the sweet sensation of maturity
If I allow my blood to boil in the same pot as yours
My tongue to spit the same fire as yours
Actions to roll downhill in the same manner as yours
I can't afford to lose myself while becoming like you
I'll never feel the warmth of being at home
If I give my soul permission to become lonely
My socialism to be flushed into the shifting salt waters of the world
Self esteem shunned and ignored
I'll die young if I lose myself while slowly becoming like you
I'll always be depressed
If I become Misery's number one company
Second guessing is a permanent part of my diet
And hate fills every vessel in my body
You won't even exist
If I allow myself
To become like you
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Author:
Jaz Monaé (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Always stay true to yourself.
- Category: Reflection
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Don't second guess, be yourself. Beautiful!
Don't second guess, be yourself. Beautiful!
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