5. Discontent
Can't we cast off this choking in my heart
This pustule of passive confusion
Pressing like dumbbells
On my asthmatic chest
When will clouds of discontent let loose rains
To wash the darkened shames
That lie behind my eyes
Like red velvet curtains
I can't help but fixate on what's considered normal
And look at myself unsure of what's me
What's worse? Being a castaway?
Or being born of a cookie cutter?
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ŞiirPoems about growing up, flaws, facing yourself, family, sexuality, and other important aspects of life.
