Awkward smiles, uncomfortable glances,
Just as I open my mouth to speak.
Everyone is laughing but the joke's not funny
My smile isn't true, it's sad and weak.
I keep trying to fit in
And laugh at all their jokes
But when all's said and done,
I won't be proud of what I've spoken.
It's like a constant suffocating mask
That I cannot get out of,
For the sake of not being ignored
For the desperate hope of not being
Entirely forgotten about.
All my life, been chasing it,
Trying to fit in, and be validated.
Never once has the shoe ever fit,
But I never took it off
Just to not be hated.
I wonder what it would be like,
To be one of the popular ones,
To see a person and immediately click,
To walk in front of a crowd
And not feel like their gazes are guns.
If it's all just an act, by everyone,
Why don't we all just drop it?
Wouldn't it be better to just be yourself,
And not have to worry about being a misfit?
- Izzie. H
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Carnivals
PoetryLove is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on...
