Is there a perfect time to write and express yourself.
A time in which the words you want are always there
Is this nirvana ever in sight.
And I am in it right now
I am not bragging, not boasting, I am informing
These writings I write are written without thought of judgment
Without thought of society
Or how they will view this
Because I am in the time for writing
And I love it, love it, adore it
I am in love with writing without care of how you see this
I am loving myself for changing
I am loving myself for allowing this to happen
Expressing myself was hard
Now it is the truth
Because I listen to my heart and write
I put down my mind
Everything
All of it
I put down my mind and it hates me for it
It wants to know why I am not afraid
Why I don’t care about how they view me
But that is who I am
I am different
Weird
Crazy
But isn’t everybody.
I just have the ability to shout my mind and not care
Try it
It’s the time for writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem