I'm not soulless,
just DIFFERENT.
All of you with different faces,
Walking in such paces,
Always meddling with other races,
Judging and sulking without graces,
Why are you like that?
You're wasting your lives with nuisance, blasphemy, and full of struggling. Why be like that?
I ought to stand out,
From this cruel crowd,
I can shout,
Or shut my mouth.
But,
I will be the light or the spark
And I'll be bright and specially unmarked.
YOU ARE READING
Life? Life.
PuisiThis is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life
