I thought we were friends.
I spoke one minor thing about muffins
And I get called absolutely barbaric
And a menace to society
So the world is better off without me?
Is it, truly?
I commit self-depreciation
And instead of appreciation
You appear to agree
That no living person likes me.
Including you yourself, maybe?
Who knew a single sentence
Could reveal so much
So I never had friends
Nobody considered me such.
Then what were we?
All because of a preference
Of baked goods and confections
The tides turned against me fast
I'm once again an outcast.
Why don't things ever last.
Just one minor opinion
And I am looked at like a disgrace
I then get my heart broken
But I'm used to it, it's okay.
And they wonder why I'm silent.
Perhaps my mind did not think right
But nothing about me is
So I shall leave, farewell, goodbye
I know I won't be missed.
YOU ARE READING
from the depths of my mind, they flutter free
Poetry𝟑×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵...
