Road To Freedom (A Poem Collection)

Defeat

You will never know how it feels to be left out,

When you are invisible standing in a crowd.

Your mouth goes all dry and you cannot shout,

Your heart beats fast and you can hear the sound,

Your eyes show your defeat,

And you cannot conceal your annoyance.

Your hands are slimy made into fists,

You feel the air around you go cold.

All the encouragement you get seems fake and wrong.

But, on top of all this feeling is the thought,

That no matter what happens it’s not the end of the world.