In me I see conformity, living in society.
Nothing powerful or mighty,
not ugly or pretty.
Just plain, ol' me.
Do our childhoods show our destinies?
Is life lead by this predictability?
Has fear and monotony overtaken me?
Is this really who I'm meant to be?
Someone please tell me!
Am I defined by these stereotypes surrounding me?
Do other see me as stuck up or petty?
Is that what they see in me?
Is all my potential to be kept under lock and key?
It's like they deign to speak with me!
Like they are the hierarchy!
They think they are a hundred times better than me!
If they knew me they would see,
We are all one society and they were wrong to judge me.
Immediate dislike is what I see,
On the faces of all who greet me.
Once in a while, there will be,
one with whom I can be free.
When you look, you can clearly see
The distrust and pity for me.
I am not stupid nor will I ever be, I would rather they just leave me be than feel like I need charity.
What I need is clarity on why so many dislike me.
I am not too blind to see it in my peers and their families;
And then, in pain, my heart will squeeze, all of the emotions
inside of me.
I have a question for thee.
Why me?
What else can I be,
If I am not being me?
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Poetic Justice
RandomThis book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that...
