i'm honestly staring at this blank page
which quite millions of words collide
and crash upon the sake of heaven
wishing for the angels not to cry;
although i hear something screaming
something bleeding. rashes of misfortunes
are aligned by the papers side by side
wishing they didn't exist.
is there such thing as living for a reason;
or do we do things according to state and law
i don't see any freedom of speech
only freedom of society making us bend our
knees begging ourselves to fit and look better
in the presence of what we call beautiful
you see; i believe that everyone is beautiful
the term 'ugly' is created by society
no one is ugly; but we're not perfect either
we own and have perfect flaws
that one and another may not recognize
to the fact to this destructive world
but i do recognize it
i do recognize you
- by me