Wild. Free. Beautiful. Brave. Spirit.

Read it to find the words that fit you.

Love.

  Why do we feel the need to be called alive or beautiful? How come the world judges us on how we look or act?

 Why must we always keep changing how we look in order to fit in? I'm tired of it.

 I'm tired of how I have to get up and take an hour to become this thing that I'm not, that I will never be.

 Why can't the world see me as I envision my soul? Wild and beautiful and reckless.

 But to be of the world is to like certain things, certain styles to dye your hair in perfect ways so the crowds like "you".

  Every person can judge me by how much money I carry.

 They can judge me how I act.

 The world can see me as I look on the outside,

 Not able to fit any of their categories except my own:

 Wild. Free. Beautiful. Brave. Spirit.

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

Wow, an excellent writing!!
Why do you need to have a fake personality? people should love you for what you are, not what you try to show to....
Also to mention, I love the title of your poem!

keep writing :D

[Tessah]

Thank you Shadowine.