I don’t understand why they
Get so confused.
Our freedoms are constantly
Getting abused.
This is just life I guess.
Why not confess.
Rather not a confession but a
Kind of obsession.
Feeling so lonely and broken inside.
She’s an angel without wings
While trying to fly.
Never stops falling.
Never slows down.
She’s a dying princess
Without her crown.
But that’s life I guess.
I’ll finally confess.
I am lonely and broken inside.
I want to be an angel but I
Can’t seem to fly.
It’s time to stop falling.
It’s time to live life because
All very slowly
I’m dying inside.


This is my most recent poem, let me know what you all think.
 
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