I am no rebel,
For they call as I pull on my chains
I am no stranger
they repeat as if they know more then my name
I am no one
They shout as they throw their stones
I am nothing but a worthless bag of bones
They scoff,
Maybe, if they looked into my eyes
They'd realize
My smile is nothing but a disguise.
YOU ARE READING
𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤
PoetryThis book is about a boy and his thoughts, an outcast, escaping through his words of reality, perfect fatality, and disowned by society but found his heart in a lost remedy. 《DISCONTINUED》
