Dancing to the gallery
We sway our bodies to the beats
Hands in the air, a pattern we never liked
We are struggling to feel among
We are amazing in our own way
But we don't see the rainbow of ourselves
If they don't accept us
If they all don't accept us
Outcasts
Are we the odd ones?
We'll make our own beats and dance to them
We will embrace our rainbows
We may lick the sweetness of our solitude
Cos like a lollipop, it pops
Being like them will be worse off
Creativity is in our silence
Finding Rhythm
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DARK POETRY
ParanormalDark Poetry" wasn't written for views, reads or attention. The contents of this book are purely experiences and hidden thoughts, desires and emotions of the writer that could never have been made public. It is a bare expression of real poetic edge a...
