Perception

Perception

A Poem by Rania K.

I'm selfish, they're telling I'm taking too much
I'm helpless, trying to speak but I always get hushed
falling down, asking for help but making no sound
living through emptiness six feet under the ground
They offer their condolences, for all of the dreams they had murdered
but the past had passed, what used to be yelled is now murmered
whispers are left to die on the streets, where words are knives
and the never ending lies is what they call their lives
I'm vulgar, clinging to a piece of thought
and by the urban hunters I am being sought
they hung a picture me, that they had perceived
they tore the skin, and realized they were deceived
Not all who glitter, are happy souls
not all that glitters, is gold
wildfire will kill a forest but never the trees
they will hang until a gust of wind, brings them back their seeds

© 2015 Rania K.


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Added on November 8, 2015
Last Updated on November 8, 2015
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Rania K.
Rania K.

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Rania, 16, I write poems to put my worst experiences into the most beautiful thing: art. more..

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