Sometimes I want to put my fingers in my ears
and scream “fuck you” at the world.
Fuck you for all the bullshit you gave me,
all the names you called me,
all the times you ostracized me,
all the lies you told me, and most importantly
fuck you for all the misery you have given me.
This above all: to thine own self be true
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The rain is falling
12 am in the morning.
I watch the drops run off the window panes
onto the ground.
Trees dance carelessly in the wind.
Its moments like this
that I wish i could molt my skin.
And fly away into the storm.