scared to be seen in life
afraid to show my light
always taught to hide your tears
never show any.....
maybe the word is life.
they would all tease my perfection
but when i had become incomplete,
they just laughed at.....
probably me.
i have problems,
now i show them.
showing to the public,
the strangers.....
and outcasts like me.
my only escape from reality is poetry
and there,
i will not be the person to be
laughing at.
i survive day and night remembering
the people who tease me,
having pity on their souls because
they feed off the the others.....
well, this time i cant find a word.
this is not a perfect poem.
and people who are mean to a creature of such
ability, like us
are showing only a reflection of themselves and
how small they really are.
you are nobody to be
less than what you were created to be.
be unique, no
be,
no just....
um......
i need a word?