I wrote this like in 10 minutes
INDIVIDUALITY
It is not something you do,
Something you see,
Even when the world looked up to He,
It was not He. For it was Him,
And then He became something the world wanted Him to be,
Definitely not thin - apparently.. A sin,
But to Him,
He was not meant to be,
For when Him turned into He,
It meant Him gave in,
And whenever Him became He,
It seemed the world did nothing but cave in on He,
That reminded He of Him,
And where was Him?
Off being dim?
NO,
Him was being brought out by SHE,
Who was SHE?
SHE was everything Him wanted SHE to be,
And finally He became dim,
Him no longer forced off He,
Because SHE made Him THEM,
And that is the end.*
Oh lol I forgot to put:
If anybody has any like advice/criticism. It's more than welcomed.
this poem is fucking fantastic