why must you look down on us
as if we're peculiar
we're not perfect, we know
but why, why must you have such looks on your faces
whenever you see us
no matter how many times I try to not care
I just can't
your dear opinion, my friend, matters so much to me
I always admired how you could look so carefree and happy
I wonder, are you really as happy as you look?
just the way you look down on me now
makes my heart shatter into pieces
like that wine bottle my father hurled towards me
while he was drunk
does that mean I am weak?
or does that mean I am only human?
I feel terrified,
there is pandemonium in my head.
so I hold myself in grief
things could have been a lot more worse
but still, I just can't stop the dreary feeling in my heart and soul
as negativity clouds my mind
and the only thing now that continues to repeat
is that I really am peculiar
peculiar in a bad way, in a very very bad way
that was all I was, that was all I'll ever be
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so uh.. I was just going through my drafts and found this, I forgot that I actually typed this around 3 or 4 months ago.
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
