I prefer being on the outside of situations
The common moth of the social butterflies
Even when it hurts to be left out, I sit quietly
Isolated behind glass panels and hard walls
Able to see, but to have words fall on deaf ears and hear nothing in return
Drawn to the bright lights of stardom only to become aflame and fizzle out
If you do notice me, it is in annoyance or in apathy
And that is only the a's
I am merely a speck in the universe,
With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes
Feelings balled up and stacked in my chest cavity;
Fragile glass bottles of dreams that will never come true
And maybe moonlit woods are where I truly belong
Instead of hurling myself repeatedly, repeatedly
Against a translucent barrier between me and the world I long to be a part of
But it hurts so good to be obsessed with love
Especially when I don't know what it tastes like
Longing for a day I can be by the fire without sizzling,
For a night on the trails without tears frozen to my cheeks
Longing to be more than a solitary plain moth among all the beautiful butterflies
AN: competition 2020 is underway! This is the poem I'm submitting this year.
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
PoesiaSome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
