I don't want to be different,
I don't want to be unique.
But I don't want to fit in,
Or be one of the sheep.
I don't want to laugh,
I don't want to cry,
I don't want to live
And I don't want to die.
I don't want to feel love,
I don't want to feel hate.
I don't want these emotions,
It's like emotional rape.
I don't want to stand out,
I don't want to fit in,
I don't want to be you,
Crawling under my skin.
I don't want to be silent,
I don't want to be loud.
I don't want to be happy,
I don't want to be proud.
I don't want to be anything,
I don't want to exist,
I don't want, I don't want,
There's no end to the list.
Don't you get it?
Don't you understand?
Surely someone feels the way I do.
Please... just hold my hand.
YOU ARE READING
Screaming off the Cliff
PoetryPoetry assembled from the very depths of a deranged mind. Trigger warning. Tragedy ensues.