It’s wrong to judge
It’s wrong to run
It’s wrong to pray
It’s wrong to yawn
It’s wrong to love
It’s wrong to fuck
It’s wrong to leave
It’s wrong to stay
It’s wrong to work
It’s wrong to play
It’s wrong to sin
To be who I have been
It’s wrong to wonder
What could have been
It’s wrong to think
It’s wrong to question
It’s wrong to pretend
But they ban realization
So it’s right to be free
To misbehave the way I’m supposed to be
It’s right to be happy
It’s right to be me
I don’t care what you say
I don’t care what you think
I am who I am
So just give me a break
It’s wrong to be famous
Anonymous too
It’s wrong to exist
I don’t know what to do
I’m happy right here
So I guess I don’t care
I’ll sing and I’ll write
You’ll judge just because
But you’ll never express
The kiss of the pen on the page
Or the stroke of the brush
Or the dancing just because
You’re over there
And I’m right over here
So come dance with me
If you ever dare
Oh
My mistake
You don’t really care
About the Creator
Sarah Parker
I am a novelist, short story writer, and poet. You can find my books here. I will be posting WIPs, book reviews, writing advice, fiction, and poetry. Thank you so much to everyone who reads my work! I appreciate you.
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Comments (1)
I love your short abrupt style! Great work!