The world is purple, And it's yesterdays blue and red Everything is forgotten, taken for granted I am forsaken My wings are planted And my roots are struggling to fly I just want you to see me for who I am, Not for who you want me to be Shower me with stars Praise my quiet grace Don't deny my humanity, For cynics and psychos, Puppets and poets are still people Origami is the folded fate, The multitude of unwanted space That staggers like a blind man Hopeful of daylight Ideas are precious, But this one isn't mine I am just a mortal On a journey through the present
Reason for writing:
This poem is a result of the outside world's expectations
of what I should be. In it, I point out the evolution of
what I have become; this is who I am, so just accept it.
Birth sign: Taurus
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