Write a poem that includes a line that you’re afraid to write. This might be because it expresses something very personal that makes you uncomfortable – either because of its content (“I always hated grandma”), or because it seems too emotional or ugly or strange (“I love you so much I would eat a cockroach for you”). Or even because it sounds too boring or expected (“You know what? I like cooking noodles and going to bed at 7 p.m.”). But it should be something that you’re genuinely a little scared to say.
Everyone goes away,
That’s a simple thing to say.
Sometimes it hurts;
sometimes you stay the same.
On occasions these disappearances,
make you question what you believe
and what you can actually achieve.
They all come and go for different reasons,
their presence fading like seasons.
Is it them? Or is it me?
Who’s the one that ends up free?
What if I’m not good enough?
We all have our stuff.
But what if it’s me and not them.
They leave even if you’re a good friend.
Is something wrong with the way I think,
Why so many severed links?
Will it always be this way?
Will the pain ever fade?
Is this result of having a good heart;
or of tearing your ideas apart?
Does anyone truly ever accept the character of another?
Or do they all want us to be followers?
I may be scared, I may not be accepted,
maybe even rejected, but this is my world.
My design of perfection.
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