It's not very good.
And everyone that will read this has already read this.
But my friend wants me to put up some of my poems, so here's one of my sonnets.
Secrets build up inside me,
I just want to let them out,
But if I do, I’ll pay a fee,
No one knows what this is about.
It seems like some people can hypnotize
Other to think we should be judging, deceiving, and lying,
Why can’t everyone realize,
That instead we should be caring, helping and trying.
People are harsh, and people are mean,
Life is this big incredible maze,
We can’t be fat, we must be lean,
But can’t everyone see we come in all different ways?
This is seriously hurting my mental health,
That’s why I keep my secret to myself.
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