Is it so much to ask that I can just dream?
To sleep my life away
and never have to deal
with people always looking
always judging
To live inside myself where I’m not longer worried
about who I am
and who I’m meant to be.
To know its all okay
and I don’t have to fret.
to know it’s good enough to stay in my own head.
To know the scars will fade
and yet I’ll still be the same.
And know that generally speaking
life goes on.
Wanting to find a way
to someone just like me.
Wishing to tell the truth,
say that I don’t have to make sense.
That I can write as I wish,
without someone saying it’s not right
or good enough.
To close my eyes and feel the words.
To know poetry doesn’t need to rhyme.
To let out my soul
and find my own way.
So tell me, why wont you let me dream?
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This is so similiar to some of the things I’ve written. I feel the same way, I think this kind of poetry (and this poem in particular) are beautiful because they don’t fit into any specidifc scheme, but still ends up with it’s own rhythm anyway.