WORDS OF THE LIVING
(BEING DIFFERENT)
I know you
You will say
Poetry, eww
I let your insults hurt but not todayI have found my sovereign voice
Listening to you is MY choice
A Broken record is what you are
A dusty box, a rusty nail
A scar that has long since healed
This ship has long since sailedI have found the words on my lips
Transferred to my fingertips
I don't need no support or structure
My hands are at the holy altarThere are those that will second guess
Call me 'nerd', 'moron' and the rest
But I won't let these sink in
Because now I know I will always winThere are those who criticise
But now all the hate surely dies
I am a freak I am a jerk
But I am proud of it
At least I'm not afraid of being different
And Standing out
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Words Of The Dead- Words Of The Living- #Wattys2019
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