Falling Feathers: My Poetry Book

Thoughts

Why do you always crowd me,
Never letting me choose to stay,
Then crowd again, and ask me,
Why I try to run away.

You don't get to see behind
My toughened, dark visage.
You say what you like about me:
Your kindness just a mirage.

If you want to care for me,
I'll see it behind your eyes.
But if you try and lie to me,
I'll see it all likewise.

I have my friends, I have my life,
It has naught to do with yours.
I am happy with what I have:
Wings, and scars, and claws.

I know just who I will be,
Because I'll always be me.
I know just what I want to be,
And I'll always want to be me.

I honestly don't care what you think
Nor what you have to say,
I only care that I feel fine,
And that I will stay that way.

I'll live my life the way I want,
Your thoughts don't matter, clearly.
You live your life the way you want,
I'll keep my thoughts to me.