I'm blending in with society
I'm sedentary In and intersection
This is not what I aspire to be
I was never deemed rudimentary
Now I have a sense of wastefulness
Going unnoticed like expired food in your pantry
I'm perished like a newly found corpse
Caitlin, Why have you dimmed from the surface?
Come up for air, your drowning!!
She is no longer
Her heart was cut out and her lungs filled with fluid.
Depression was a focus
Now that that's gone she's nothing
She never gave a fuck about the obligations set by society.
Now she blends
She blends in with the dirt now burying her body.
She climbs out the grave and wonders to class.
Where she's sedentary on a curb.
She's a god forsaken zombie
This is not what she was set out to be
What happened to you and me?
Oh the irony!
She hides under her rotting, decaying skin but nobody distinguishes righteousness in her.
They contemplate that she could be principled.
She went on pondering
She didn't dare to know herself
Kind of like warm bodies
But she's a fucking zombie and can't warm her own body.
YOU ARE READING
Caitlin's poems
PoetryI have a lot to give but nobody to give it to...everyone leaves but stay and read everything I have to say...maybe you can relate and maybe we can be friends:)
