Unsociety

Unsociety

A Poem by Emily

We stand just

 

 

       on the outside

 

 

                                           Looking in

 

 

   Walled up

 

 

(Four walls)

 

 

   Two windows

 

 

                                  A man walks by

 

 

  Alone

 

 

Another and another

 

 

   Some together

 

 

Still a

 

 

          L

 

 

             O

 

 

                N

 

 

                     e

 

 

   We see ourselves

 

 

And when a different version

 

 

   Appears

 

 

   We kick and scream

 

 

Naming and labeling

 

 

                            Everything that is wrong

 

 

     And when our temper fit is over

 

 

We go back to our rooms

 

 

    Our four walls

 

 

With pictures

 

 

   Hung on hooks

 

 

And nails

 

 

                 There are hammers in junk drawers

 

 

                  Waiting to be used

 

 

                    To pound sharp metal

 

 

Into broken hearts

 

 

          We reach our hands up instead of out

 

 

            Believing in myths and mysteries

 

 

            To fill the spaces

 

 

             we think

 

 

                                                                                                    are empty

 

 

           Fear, anguish, disgust, never having

 

 

                     enough

 

 

  Overflowing

 

 

                         spilling out

 

 

Painting everyone who is

 

 

                                          a bit d

 

 

                                                      i

 

 

                                                         f

 

 

                                                            f

 

 

                                                               e

 

 

                                                                  r

 

 

                                                                     e

 

 

                                                                           n

 

 

                                                                                        t

 

 

   With our own

 

 

                      Self-hatred

© 2012 Emily


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Emily
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My first poem popped into my head at age 7. I write a lot. I read a lot. I enjoy books, music, coffee, sociology, biology, psychology, neurology, and talking to interesting people. Honesty is th.. more..

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