I’ll never be who you want me to be.
I’ll always be alone one the sidelines,
Keeping to myself.
Holding back these urges I claim for the battlefield.
I standoff in the back.
My stance intimidating to you and everyone around me.
You don’t know me like you think you do.
I’m nothing like you and your dreams for me.
I will never be the perfect soldier.
Just set me lose and watch them fall.
Don’t act like you keep me here for more,
We all know it’s only for the war.
About the Creator
Shelby Schwartz
Hey, I'm Shelby and I've been an avid writer for about 6 years now. I mainly write about death and dabble in horror. I enjoy some poetry every now and then. I enjoy getting my words on paper and sharing my thoughts. Hope you enjoy.
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