This Place of WanderingMature
So I realized I have a good handful of poems on Protag, and I needed a place I could just write poems. Thus "The Place of Wandering" because I know I'll have happy, sad, angry, confused, every emotion in the book.
I'm wandering around trying to find myself.
This place of wandering.
Desolate and bare.
Cat-calls from the sidelines.
Waiting for me to give up and fail.
But here I stand.
And here I'll remain.
In this place of wandering.
This place of shame.
I don't long to be here.
But who can set me free?
So here I wonder and wander.
Alone in my imperfection.
My insecurities.
Only here will I show who I can truly be.
Will you love me the same?
Or will you give up on me?
The choice is yours.
But I choose to try to be free.
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