A/N: Hey Guys.
So I wrote this poem yesterday afternoon when I was still mad at my idols 5SOS for that Rolling Stone Magazine Interview. I was fuming, but now I know that article was just a mix of twisted words with an addition of extra drama. Even if I may be over it, I still feel this poem should be posted.
Also, I would like to thank Sin kookiejunkie for editing the poem for me and understanding me. Thank you! :)
I hope you guys like the poem, if you do please don't forget to VOTE & COMMENT! :)
@smokeupthe-moon
Not even close,
Even so I called you family,
You made me accept,
The person that I'am
You said being different was okay,
Screamed "Reject"and then posed,
I felt like myself, without having to hide,
The shame or stupidity I felt ,
I held it all at bay.
Because of you all,
The idols I kept calling,
"My favorite Aussies",
Now I'm ready to go,
Ready to walk in the opposite direction,
Out of the tunnel reaching the door,
To again be an outsider,
I hope you're proud of yourselves,
For making such a huge mistake,
Objectifying women, downsizing them to mere prizes placed on dusty shelves.
Using them as bait for your own pleasure,
You're welcome in my heart no longer,
Forget the bright light that you've brought to protect me from the dark,
I would rather live in the shadows,
Than listen to you,
I waste time for it to go faster,
The world is coming to a pause,
Time now slows.
Asshole, idiot, imbecile, man-whore.
You were none of those.
You were "loud mouth, the quiet one, hyena boy, and the shy one",
The special ones with healing words,
You managed to crisscross our,
Boundary lines,
Confronting me, igniting the red light,
You are a danger to me ,
As I'm to you a stranger,
A stranger who no longer cares,
The pain and shame, it's all still here,
I'm breathing in poisoned air,
As my heart swells with tears.
Splitting into two,
Flames ignite like a wildfire,
You were a group to inspire many,
Teaching to be yourself, to be special, to be one,
With you and I, and all the small things?
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