Your choice

Talk. Spit it out. Shout.
Scream. Cry it out loud.
I beg you. Yes, you!
I became like this because of you.

Free me. Cut my chains.
I should be a beast that nobody tames.
What is this feeling you created?
Why do I feel like I am mistreated?

It's hard to go back from the start,
From the beginning where you never moved my heart.
But if you want me to do that,
I guess I'm alone to find my way out.

From: 
The Philippines




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ABOUT THE POET ~
Hello, there! I am actually thegalwithmanynames. But you can call me Jae. I am from the Philippines. I was fifteen when I had my first poem and it was a disaster. I am still trying to write just to express what I feel every time I experience things. And having grammatical errors is one of my weaknesses from the millions that I have. Anyway, enjoy! ^_^


Last updated October 03, 2016