They like the idea of me.
But they don't see,
It's never what amounts to me.
I'm not what they want me to be.
When you have a loud voice,
They'll cover your mouth,
Tie you up
And lock you out.
If you don't fit into this little box
Of what only they can accept
Then they throw you out
With the rest.
On your ass
Until you're in the dark,
With everyone else
Who couldn't
Reach the mark
Of perfection.
You are nothing.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...