• tarasattarpoetesse 4w

    This is the world.
    The world where I feel I belong.
    The world where all other inhabitants are as fanciful as I am.
    The world where no one judges me.
    The world where I am real.
    The world where I matter.
    The world in which there is no one to tell me how to breathe or what to wear or how to behave.
    The world where nobody thinks I am angry all the time, but understands my grief.
    The world where I am me.
    And not the pretend good person,
    Who sure does for everyone but gets rebuked in return.
    This is the world where I feel I belong.
    This is the world.
    The world of poetry.