Gray, white, brown, tan
All everyone ever sees
Is a river of dull colors.
Nobody notices your individuality
Maybe you think that's a bad thing
But
You all fit in
Packed tightly
Never lonely
And that's why
I wish I were a pebble.
Sharp ridges cut bare feet
Blood sprinkled into the cracks.
You, at least, can have revenge
But I
Am powerless.
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FACES: A Poetry Collection
PoetryExactly what it looks like, a book full of poems. (VERY SLOW UPDATES-I post most frequently on my art book, so I recommend checking that out if you want more content.) (Note: Most of these poems are pretty old and edgy,,, I highly recommend skippi...
