If u thnk about it
(thinking leads to the truth, atleast, if you try hard enough)
...
Think about me, this is not a mere joke
U stumbled upon someone with different looks
One u won't imagine, if u never saw one
Hideous, unsightly, u can't be that man
...
'Cause u'r never the same, in a physical way
But you're not unequal, whatever u say
Call it bizarre, for he is not like u
But never judge US, we are all but a "Who?"
YOU ARE READING
The kid.
PoetryA series of quatrains about brokenness, poems about my dress, and words written for the wordless.
