Poem I wrote like 2 months ago and forgot abt

Falling

For playing deaf ears

I fall into my doom.

I should had felt fear, 

I don't regret being a fool.

Is this what Icarus felt

When falling to the sea?

He knew knew the wax would melt,

But he wanted to feel free.

We all keep

A bit of Icarus on us,

Buried under the skin,

Lies rebellion in all forms.

Be like him and I

Defy and disobey

Because the fall is worth it

Despite what people say.