UnsocietyA Poem by EmilyWe 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
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f
f
e
r
e
n
t
With our own
Self-hatred © 2012 Emily |
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Added on March 17, 2012 Last Updated on March 17, 2012 Author |