Staring
Killing me
A stab wound opened
Over and over again
Why am I the one
Who's different
How do I deserve this
For all that I do
For what I've done
Is this the cruel punishment
Not from the heavens
But from society
A much crueler punisher
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
