A Poem.

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Warning: feeling of being mistreated. Talk about how fake people are. (Idk if that is triggering to people.)

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Hey, so my friend is doing a poem thing for her school and said she needs my help writing it because she wants to good at poetry, so this is what we came up with. I thought I'd share it. It's not tyler related or tøp related.

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Responsibilities, impurities, all seem to be important to me.

I have to be professional, to be socially acceptable.

Insecurities, moralities, they seem to be forming me.

To something I don't want to be. I just want to be free.

They're all dolls with smiles.
Deceiving us with styles.

I'll cheat them with a smile.
just to save me for a little while.

Only a few I'll show my shame,

The others get my game.

Yes, the mind game I play,

To make it through the day.

Yes, only a few understand my disguise.

So few that I can't even recognize.

I've become accustomed to acting like one of them, I've realized that I do it in front of them

But why am I afraid of their hypercritical glare? Shouldn't I just man up and take the tear

Ing part of my soul, it's not like I can tell them I'm feeling cold.

It's getting old, I'm beginning to fold, under the pressure of being told
"I should be gold."

Responsibilities, impurities, are still very important to me.

I'm changing into someone who's able,
To see the word as mentally unstable.

Insecurities, moralities, they still make up my fallacies

But it's not like it used to be, I'm forming into whom I desire to be.

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I had someone request stories so they are coming soon! 😁 thanks

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