Dear You,
I'm sorry for me being me,
Being who I happen to be,
You say, "follow your heart,"
But then, "for a start,
Change your clothes, change your hair
Forget the haters; why don't you care?
I like your style; um.. Wear a hat!
Be yourself; no, not like that!"
Sorry that I'm not
Who you want me to be
Sorry that I don't fit in
With our society
I'm sorry that you had to see me
As I walked into the school
Sorry I don't wear a paper bag
Or at least try to look cool.
I'm sorry that I'm not
As perfect as you want me
I'm sorry for being alive,
So that's why you're reading.
Sincerely,
The girl hanging from the rafters
So you can continue life,
Undisturbed, not diseased,
So you can live without
The burden of me.
YOU ARE READING
Fire in her Eyes
PoetryThis poetry book is for the more angry, emotional, powerful - you know the sort. If you like this one, try checking out my calm poems: 'and the feather'! Thanks for reading. ~ enjoy ~
