Oddities

umm.. so this is about bullying. I can't really explain it very well. This is one of my first cracks at poetry, so constructive criticism is appreciated.

We rose from fire

Fire that creeps around our ankles

We rose from darkness

Innocent darkness

Because the fire that I see is the fire of us oddities, the burning of being unnoticed by all except our children

Because we are not beautiful

Because we are the only people on earth who fall deep down into the pits of fire and darkness, harsh, cruel darkness.

Because we rose from innocence

But the world we live now runs in circles of unending sarcasm and deathly love, unending sights of war and worn out faces.

Our lakes are full of rainwater and tears, because one kid fell in to deep, and none could hear him so he stopped screaming, and let the tears fly free for no one to claim.

We are oddities.

Our gardens are worn out and are overgrown.

Our gardens where we farm hope from love.

Because we spent too much time growing hope in those who only saw us as a charity case.

I am an oddity. I spend my days running in circles, farming hope in those who only see me as the funny kid.

I putter around life like I have it under my thumb, when really the only thing I have under my thumb is this keyboard.

Because I am the artist who wants to break free.

Cause I am the musician who couldn’t commit.

I am a hidden oddity, in a world of polished stones and roses.

I rose from fire.

I rose from darkness.

Just like everyone else.

But, unlike them, I rose from determination.

Because I can change the world.

Because we are oddities

Because we broke the mold

So we are pointed and laughed at

They aren’t the only ones who rose from fire darkness.

Author's Note

what do you think of how it flows? How can I improve on fluency? What else can I improve on?