paper

expulsion

walking alone like
lone wolves expelled
from packs, the solitude
is real, but not as glamorous
as what twitter poets twit about.

it's not steel independence
unbreakable pride, cool girl
better than the rest, it's gravelled
glass gazes and dialed out drawls
like telephone dead tones, resolve
breaking under that facade.

is it better wearing toxin-ed
lace corsets strung round your
middle, snaking round your throat
and up to your crumbled sanity, or
is it better bearing the weight of
social beliefs of lone wolves lone
losers and ceramic indifference,
breaking desperation?

they say stand up stand
strong, walk alone walk free,
but did we ever ask to be loned
wolves?