Misfits
Outcasts
Freaks
What new word can they come up with next?
To describe us
My eccentric group and I
Laughing and crying and pulling off our masks
Throwing them to the wind and cursing when they are thrown back into our faces
"No!" we say "No longer are these needed! We can be free!"
But mocked are we, for no one realizes there are masks at all
So used to the masks are they
To them, it looks as if we are throwing nothing
And to them, that is strange
YOU ARE READING
My Essence
PoetryHey everyone! Thanks for stumbling upon my book of poetry, I'm happy to have you here. ~there is no specific genre, just things that come to me if I'm feeling inspired~
