Poetry Blogs (conform)
a week ago
a professor asked me
what i wanted to do with my life,
the quesiton caught me wrong-footed;
two decades ago
learning to walk,
a decade ago
learning my body,
5 years ago
3 years ago,
accepting my body
a month ago,
accepting who i am
thrust into the unknown,
an oblivion that teases me;
infinite doors t...
Tuesday 6th March 2018 11:13 pm
And I want to be a better man to you mum.. .
But you just don't agree with the things I have done, while I don't agree with having
to be socially accepted I need to conform, but you don't understand.
I live for myself in a flurried world.
Where being myself is such a crime and I can't imagine myself alive, at the thought of cheating my own mind...
It breaks me apart!...
Saturday 2nd September 2017 8:40 pm