You posted the same poem here:
Just edit this blog post with new one
Keep it up.
I think you can make a good website with all of this poems.
Do I let myself flow along the tide ebbing slowly towards an intimidating sea
or swim against the flow, clinching to the struggle of finding my way?
Because each day, I wake up to a strain of finding who I am and where I am to go.
I'm not too sure but I know what I don't know.
Do I talk soft and walk slow, hoping to be graciously accepted as a lady
or shed all inhibitions, letting the wild child in me survive and thrive?
Because each day, I fight with the feeling of what I should be and what I want to be.
I'm not too sure.
Do I put on a mask of pretence, of false interest, blending in the fading colours of the society
or paint my own canvas in solitude, choosing to be an anomaly?
Because each day, I ask myself if what I have to do is really what I need to do.
I don't know.
Should compromise outweigh desire?
Should society decide self?
Should "I have to.." precede "I want to.." ?
Man's world is a cruel place.
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cybersa on Sat Dec 21, 2013 6:17 pm