Bitter Sweet Dreams

This poem is about fighting with the world , kind of me against the world to let me be free and do what i think is right cause that is what will make me happy.

They say that the fruit of patience is really sweet,

but I seem to have no patience of late.

It's like I suddenly know what's ahead,

bitter truth is so much better,

than a poison of lie really sweet.



I am done waiting for the sweet dreams,

dreamt by you to come true.

So done waiting cause now I've realized

It was never my dream but yours;

which was too good for me and you.



So please let me have a dream of my own,

a dream not as cool as yours

but something with which I can live through.

It may not be perfect like yours,

but enough to keep me happy in a world of my own.

The End

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