How to Choose a Poem

[@theogtenyafan]

I hate poetry, and I hate memorising things. I can't relate to any of the poems. I can't LIKE any poems. I can't do one to long or hard because anxiety, HELP

[@hunnybadger442]

A long time ago, I was told That I’d never fit in Never succeed Never prosper Never make it Or win That I wasn’t welcome That being me was just wrong That I didn’t matter I didn’t belong I may be crazy You may think I’m dumb But I've always danced to the beat Of my own drum I’ll be true to me Just be No matter the cost Just remember Not all who wander Are truly lost I’ll never get ahead I’m never gonna win Just being me Is my original sin So, I seem broken My life a mess But that depends on how You define success They tell you to stay in line Conform Mind your place But I wake up every morning With a smile on my face I could care less bout the games We’re supposed to all play What rules we’re to follow What norms to obey Id rather weird Be loud and stand out Then nervous And anxious And riddled with doubt I could care less I don’t give damn If there’s one thing, I’m sure of It’s who that I am I can be happy In this mortal shell I’ve been through so much I’ve walked through hell But I’ll never gave in I refused to stop Even if I never Come out on top I'll fight to the last Just for the right to exist I own my past I'll thrive, I’ll resist I'll ignore lies I refuse to be anything else I'll just be me Stay true to myself All these battles The struggles I’ve fought I’ve always remembered You’re only as free, as strong As your thoughts We build these prisons In our minds Of who we are How we’re defined We let other convince us Of who we should be How we should think How we should see Life’s to short To not be true There’s too much To lose To not just be you It's you who decides How your battles are won When you push on When the battle is done At the end of the day Through the pain The regrets All the stress You’re the only person You should strive to impress Everything you’ve overcome All you’ve been through In the end All you need All you have Is you I have nothing to prove To this society And I’m truly happy Just being me We don’t get to choose The hand that we’re dealt In the end all that matters Is loving yourself So, no matter what happens What dreams my come Follow your heart Be happy And dance to your drum…

[@jesselee5606]

Anyone got mrs.treado

[@alistairwright3464]

BAROOBY

[@deadgoat2738]

Same

[@qweezy.]

poem time

[@shrikantsonawane6535]

Hello beti why beti Meri get beautiful

[@daijurin4905]

Why

[@Keith-zu4tz]

Super advice!

[@therednewqueer6313]

YESSS!!!! I love Edgar Allen Poe.

[@Dstruktr]

Maya Diaz-Villalta ewww

[@therednewqueer6313]

TheDestruktr What? A poet can't be distraught because he married his teenage cousin and then she died soon after and then to cope with his depression he wrote poems, some dedicated to her?

[@def2929]

more like edgar allen poem

[@ontheporchnewyorkin]

anybody else from Ms. Maffei's class lol

[@Aglockinasock]

No

[@Waddlejpg]

Who is here from Ms.Naggy?