XCVI. unkind

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Every corner I turn
Makes my stomach churn
So many people hate me
I feel naked against the majority

Everywhere I go
I feel like I don't belong
Where did I go wrong?
Been wandering for way too long


I feel so astray
Tumbling on every rock
When I finally find a way
I'm stripped out of my frock


Abashed, betrayed, abandoned
No choice but to leave,emptyhanded
Gave away all my belongings
To go back to just where I started


What's mine feels like someone else's or just not mine
And I stay up till morning nine
Crossing out the unkind

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