A laugh, I scream into the air.
A fall, because they just don't care.
Everyone stares but I don't think it's fair.
I try to hide away,but I cannot finds lair.
They never apologise,
Don't even look back.
I lower my head,
Can't help but feel trapped.
I try to laugh, still attempt to smile.
Pick up my pen, and start to write.
Write like a cheetah, write for a mile.
Because I find the real me, even if it takes a while.
YOU ARE READING
My little poem book
PoetryEveryone likes a good poem but they're usually hard to find I'm not saying mine's good I'm saying it comes from the heart if you want to read a poem or maybe two? You can just read along and have fun will you?
