judge me so much
that i run away,
staying away from all
tiny bits of convo,
awkwardness in air,
voice is shattered,
speak is scared,
mind doesn't works anymore
it's lying like a dead leaf!
they say save yourself
but I'm a fallen leaf!
they say i should speak with friends
do i have any?
sometimes I just look around and want to feel wanted equally
not to be called a cute baby, but to be understood
But i look at windows covered in fog making it hazy,
My mind is all dizzy, thoughts swirling around and making it fuzzy
now i don't speak what i want
Because my voice is broken
Throat slit open
Silenced by them,
my parents,
society,
who won't listen, won't understand
my language of wisdom
world is dead so am i
unable to find solace within anyone
running away, because i never feel understood by them.
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Petals of my moonflower
PoetryRed isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hat...
