Tracing my steps,
Forward and back.
I cannot see,
Why they laugh.
I don't want to stare at them,
But they stare at me,
Am I different?
Or is it destiny?
My sight stretches longer
And longer by the hour,
But I don't care.
It's not my power.
They can laugh
All they want.
They can breath
And I can stomp.
I can scream
And they can jump.
I'll put them,
In the dumps.
It's only,
Because they did it first.
I have insight
And it's a curse.
The water on the window,
Blurs the lines together.
It's like I'm fragile,
It's like I'm a feather.
Sitting around does nothing for me.
It only makes me think,
Makes me emotionally
On the brink.
It's a dangerous road
That I cannot follow.
As much as I want to,
So long as I am hollow.
The next day,
They looked at me again,
But it was different
They didn't depend,
On what it was
I looked like today,
On what the things I said today.
They just wanted to stay away.
The trees still howl,
Like they are lonely,
Just like the night,
I am the only.
And it's only because,
They did it first,
Not caring
If I was hurt.
It's hard to be the only star shining ever so bright in the wonderful night sky. The others will burn out, but it's because they don't want to beat your greatness. They gave up trying to match your strength. Keep shining bright.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
