Poetry

Better

Oftentimes I choose to be silent

I don’t want my time to be spent

I don’t want to waste every moment 

For the better, it’s really meant.

I want to stand on my own

I prefer to be alone

I want to grow up and be mature 

To be strong enough to face the future 

I’ve learned from my mistakes

Now I have to move and be awake 

I don’t care what they might feel 

I want to be better and this is real.

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