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Jo Gonzalez Mar 2017
I thought I was still special
I guess it isn't what it is now
I've become your form of distraction
I ponder on who else have been treated the same way, and so my thoughts crow

You'd tell me that you are okay when really, you have just been trying to find an escape from the affection your heart has been longing for since the time you lost the warmth from someone else

Hence, I've been so foolish
thinking I was different from the rest.
Megan Nov 2014
I am the wolf
hidden in their skin.
I will never be them.
I will never fit in.

And the sheep speak slander.
Their words are venom.
Driving me towards
my life as a phantom.

And it's sick
That we carry such thunder.
When in all that I wanted
I was never a wonder.

And to eyes that see me,
to the eyes that look over
I still go unnoticed
As easily as the four leaf clover.

— The End —