Never let your dreams go just because people have other expectations of you!
The poem:
“Learn to adapt” voices whisper as a monotone tune stuck in their head
A dragged out piece of piano amplifying in the corners of the street reminding them that they shiver of who they have met in the mirror before they went to sleep
“I feel trapped” I whisper sitting in my room after the sun has set
By finding a pen I figured out that lying under this spell isn’t what represents my life my highs and my lows fusing in a soprano I started rising and growing as I began to write
An individualised beat echoing loudly reminding us proudly that our future seems bright
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