#review #AB #poetry
Shut the fuck up!
It is all fucking planned
I come out my world
Where darkness taught me to live
In this filthy and shady light
You give me orders to live a life
What if I decide not to cry
What if I decide not to come
What if I decide not to be like you
Planned, sophisticated and still clumsy
What if I decide to be free
Like the morning air
Cherishing and nourishing the leaves of life
Here in your world, is order
What if I decide to be chaos
Maybe I’m not sane
Maybe I’m an infant
But who gave you right to make these rule
The rule of laughing
The rule of crying
The rule of love
I wanna run where I’m just me
But I’m still you
Your image in my soul
Just wants me dead
It turns out I ain’t a decider
But I fight to decide
To decide my fate
And this fight will end
With only my end
It’s all fucking planned
Shut the fuck up!