When did we forget how to be ourselves?
Maybe when we learnt of shoulds;
Or when their eyes became dull,
And tiredly mocked us
Because they were fearful of sticking
out themselves.
Creating a vicious circle
Of downcast eyes.
I like sore thumbs better than
Cowards who’ve lost their individuality.
I’ve lost some too thats why I stutter and reread
Instead of flowing.
I miss dancing by myself in crowds.