I wrote a poem...I don't think I've written a decent poem in 2+ years.

*WARNING: Occasionally, I swear like a trucker.*

I don’t want to be a drone,

But I don’t want to die alone.

This is my most essential problem,

Hide the real me,

To those who never got it.

Make them comfy

While my soul lies forgotten

I’m too afraid to cut my hair

But really who the fuck

Would even care ?

They tell you

Do whatever makes you happy

Then they scorn you

When it’s not what they say

So now I’m lost and so confused

I want to shed everything

But my family shoes