A Poison Called Society Poem by Trizzy Ritz

A Poison Called Society



He walks alone in this world, running from the pack like a lonesome wolf. Crying in the night for his brothers that cannot accept him for who he is. But never again will he be envenomed by society. No, he makes his own path tonight, for it is a far greater feeling to stand for what is right than being accepted as someone you're not.

Sunday, October 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: freedom
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