I always dreamed that my life would be like it is in books.
Little did I know that would later come true.
It’s not quite what I imagined, though.
I did not imagine a government that was poisoned with hatred.
I did not imagine people’s rights being taken away one by one.
I did not imagine a dictatorship taking over the supposed “land of the free.”
When I wished for life to be like a story, I never meant a dystopian one.
Posted in response to the challenge Democracy & Ethics – Writing.
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone.
I always said that it’d be the best day when I leave this school
But I’m not so sure now.
Sure, it wasn’t always easy,
But I gained so much good:
The best teacher I’ve ever had.
The confidence I always needed.
I will be the court jester
But when you remind me of my past
My lungs refuse to laugh
Now I fall quiet
A sad smile dances on my lips
As I glance at you with pain in my eyes
Comments
Well said. Especially now, keep writing
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