The people stare.
They wink,
they cringe,
they point,
they cry.
The people laugh.
They cackle,
they shield their children's eyes,
they humiliate me.
The people judge who I am.
They tell me what I am,
what I should be,
what I need to be,
what they want me to be.
They say wicked things,
they hurt me inside.
They do crude things,
they do anything they want.
No one is putting their foot down.
No one cares enough.
I smile.
I wave,
I put on a show,
I don't pay them attention,
I go along my merry little way,
down the path that I love so much.
Because I don't care,
what the people say.
YOU ARE READING
Paint Me Flawless
Poetry❝ Call me beautiful Paint me flawless Because I want to be accepted, And desired. ❞ (My lame poetry book)
