Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

I need honest review m i a good poet or not.
love or affection i don’t care ,they just spell different, moreover same
trapped in conditions
it pierced the heart , freezes the soul ,divested mind can’t find a way out
its hard to say what’s wrong what’s right ,inspite of knowing the torture, the pain
we get into it again and again,diversed thoughts have such a high pace
they change every moment accordingly the life of race, but…have you ever realised what you really want
if freedom was essential why did you got into it ,love will spellbound you
i repeat…
we earthlings have such a dilemma
we expected freedom in trap
don’t crave for this paradox, it will roll you down in a limited wrap
if you wanna love
love with limits
set your own boundaries
give the privilege, beats the odds against it, they call it “SPACE” I call it shit
if your so called “space” is precious to you
don’t belong there, don’t have a seat
love is tremendous energy
it will spread
when both will live together
aparted from this “space”.
earlier what i said doesn’t matter, love is just a casual synonym of affection
it blinded me when tried to see clear,it gets ambiguous and get scattered.
love or affection has broken me down
my perspective squinted,
its a privilege to be queen
but with a broken crown.