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Self-Expression

What is the truth of self? Do we act in order to be liked? Admired? Wanted? Or do we truly express oneself?

By Alex LeePublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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An idle hand, upon a blank canvas,

Jumbled thoughts, undeciphered.

Every word holds a purpose,

Changing in correspondence to another.

The liability of every word uttered from my mouth,

Why should I let such a thing out?

Expression brings change; silence is safe,

Quiet allows myself to be erased.

The world stares upon me, prepared to judge,

All my work will be undone.

I have learned a way to phrase,

Ensuring you will stay.

But in our reserve,

I feel the world we created begin to curve.

What was the purpose?

When reality will resurface?

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Alex Lee

High school student, writing about anything within free time.

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