Poetry Corner: My voice

    My voice

    Coming face to face with expectation

    Others wanting my life to go in a certain direction

    Without helping or guidance through conversation

    One is supposed to know

    The path of a hero, without sharing

    All the scars and tearing that it takes

    I had to comprehend what I didn’t want

    And take those lessons to help me carry on

    Others may be confused by the picture

    But that may be because society

    Has a hard time handling vulnerability

    And so pressure from others hovers above

    As some say my wounds aren’t healing fast enough

    Supposed to be better than what is

    The world on my shoulders since I was a kid

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