Hmm, I'm have to attend a Slam poetry on the 12th for a grade in my writing class, and I wanted people's opinion on my poem. 

I always tell myself,

Stop, just stop.

Pretending to be perfect.

Pretending to be flawless.

And pretending to be the only one,

Who lived without a father and a mother

Because one isn’t' allowed to be with you,

And the other one got locked behind bars

For ten years,

I lived my life as a fantasy,

Staring at other children ,

As they held their parents hands,

laughing without a care in the world.

I stared at them,

Full of longing, and evny.

Wishing I had what they had,

Knowing they want what I have.

I pretended to be something I’m not.

Telling lies left and right.

So, people would like me.

So people wouldn’t do anything to me,

Taking denunciation without a complaint.

Surviving unrelenting perseverance of many but one.

I pretended to be happy.

With the infliction that was created on my soul,

With my contained intuition screaming it wants to be heard.

And how inhuman humanity has become.

I pretended I’m not scared

Of you, and how you had no hesitation,

When it came to saying the words that made lacerations,

Without limitation,

To my mind’s contemplation

But I pretended,

And now I’m going to define myself,

Define myself as the

Definition of conviction

The definition of fearless,

The definition of truth.

I’m going to do what I’ve never done before.

I’m going to be what I’ve never been before.

I’m going to be me.