I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


30. For my Life

Once upon a time,

I wish I could start my story that way.

I can't,

For I have no story to be told.


Others may talk about fighting bears,

Or maybe just their enemies.

I don't have that,

For my life is a closed book.


It's a book that starts on chapter one,

But never gets past the first page.

There are no princes,

Or even a talking animal.


In my story,

There wouldn't be any war amongst humans.

Except that would be a lie,

Because there are.


I have no story,

Except that of my own invention.

For my life is a book,

That will never be opened.

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