The OutcastA Poem by katiushkathe darknessBeing an outcast Is the stream That runs through my veins. My soul is trapped In forest of darkness, No one will find me, Even if they tried My heart turns black as more labels come forward like Black, white, immigrant, nerd, retarded People judge me like Friends, strangers, mom, dad, even myself People misunderstand me I met Melinda in The book Speak And I found my soulmate, We hide from the light, The beautiful colors, The air of nature, Biting our lips, Pretending We don’t care of being hurt, but deep down we want to disappear. My dreams are just dreams, My opinions are just opinions, Shut up little girl, you don’t have a vision Says the teacher in the room that thinks he knows who I am Like You cause too much problem, You’re always alone, reading books Probably planning to hurt somebody, I will be watching you little girl, Stereotypes and stereotypes Just cuz I want to work independently Doesn't mean I trying to hurt the Humanity. I am a person, I don't want to be just one blade, I want to be an Swiss Army knife, SO I CAN CUT MYSELF OUT OF THIS BOX And be the key to be free. I want to be successful, I love to Run, read, dance, skate But I need my own privacy and my own escape. © 2018 katiushkaAuthor's Note
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