poetry

11.2.22

!

i want to be
free from the
confinements
of my high
expectations
whenever i
try to stretch
them, try to
go beyond my
limits, i am
lectured and
forced back into
my barred prison
with little to no
way out, but
maybe one day
i'll figure out
who i really am
without the rest
of society

?

a dead bird
luring maggots
into its inflated
body, about
to combust
this bird can
only take so much
before it loses
control, and pops,
spraying disgusting
blood everywhere
releasing a putrid
smell, for the whole
world to suffer
because the bird
never had the
privilege of
living

...

i can't help but
be angry with her
i can't help it, really
it's so easy to tell
what she's thinking,
'youre a fucking idiot'
is what her face
tells me, but i cant
say that out loud
because she is liked
everyone loves her
and they will flock away
from me, leave me to rot
if i ever dare to defy
the unspoken rule
of everyone loving her
because the worst part is
she is always right
and i am always left
wrong
because she is better than me