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May 2015
I come from a family distant at first.
But now I see my life is more of a curse.
Locked away from people. A freak show to see
But why are the ones watching my family.
It’s not right I thought. It’s not right I yell
Why does my life remind me of hell.
I wish was free. Away from prying eyes
But the eyes still follow. Full of hate they despise.
I wish they could see that im a person too
A child born into the world with no name just who.
So when I look at the night I wish I could see
Dreams of a life. Uncaged and free.
But my dreams are false. Only the present is real.
My heart beats heavily do you know how I feel?

My life began once loved praised.
But now I revel in the insults. There is no praise.
Left at birth by a mother in disguise.
A trickster who smiles and laughs when I cry.
But now when I think this life is for me
Caged like an animal bound to not flee
I am a person with so much to show.
This is my life. The life of an emo.
Written by
The Marrow  U.K
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