You read the label and know to stay away.
But not everyone is the same.
They look at me, up and down
from the top to the ground.
Labels, labels, and more labels are made.
I honestly don't care anymore,
I've always been those bad names.
But "Poison", now that one is new.
If I am not the one for that label,
then who?
See, that's how they think;
see the ugly girl, read her label,
and know to stay away.
But, you, my love, you came anyway.
Why me?
Of all people out in this cruel world,
you chose the most poisonous.
Everyone thinks different is wrong,
dangerous even,
but it's my dance, and I am it's song.
"Poison",
I'll hear it again and again,
because the poisonous things
are the things that make it
through and through,
all the way to the end.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
