Wrote this after thinking of the last staza on the car ride home. It was almost midnight and I thought the question and was like "Wow! I know what to do with that" so I wrote this poem about the place of solace everyone has either physically mentally or spiritually.
I FEEL LIKE SOMETIMES NOBODY IS TRUELY THEMSELVES THERES ALWAYS A WALL THAT SEPERATES US
DUE TO STANDARDS THAT WE ALL HAVE
WE TRY TOO BLEND IN WITH OTHERS
INSTEAD OF BEING OURSELVES
AND I JUST WANT TO BE FREE
This is for donners108 on Big Cat clans, from Hiddenfox.
You may not wanna read it, but hey, you ahead and read it, but if it is you donners, READ IT! I think you might want to know too, I cried when I wrote this.
These are a bunch of versese that feel what I'm feeling. Some sentances are from ...