My poetry







Trapped inside of this place, always wearing a different face, what I want, I can not tell. Sometimes this place feels like hell. I just want to be free, I just want to be me. But who even am I? A body on the ground, a spirit in the sky? So many faces a mask, it would seem. But which one is truly me? But I will learn no matter what, one day I won't be stuck. I will be free to be any version of me.



(More poetry every day)