A picture-perfect life, served on a silver platter
Is what they try to give me.
Like a puzzle piece, I am meant to fit in.
But they don't know, I was born to stand out.
Made to shine, I'm not afraid to be seen.
My heart sings a different song.
They plan for a white picket fence, a wedding, the perfect man.
My plans have a mansion in black, with no pickets,
where I am my own man.
They call me their lucky charm, one that will
brighten their life.
Oblivious fools,
unaware that I am an ember,
burning deep within, that will burn down their castle of dreams.
I have a fire raging within...
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THE AGONIZED MIND
PoetryA short collection of observations and feelings from the eyes of an introvert written in the form of poems. Warning: may be triggering for suicidal or depressed people.
