Jan 10
What awaits,
Beyond my fate?
One cannot distinguish my state.
But you,
Of course, can,
Or so you say.
I am frail,
But strong.
Correct,
Yet wrong.
I wish not to join
The melody of your song.
For I am me,
And I shall heal.
From your ignorance,
Judgment,
And inability to feel.
For although I am lost,
At least I am real.
Beyond my fate?
One cannot distinguish my state.
But you,
Of course, can,
Or so you say.
I am frail,
But strong.
Correct,
Yet wrong.
I wish not to join
The melody of your song.
For I am me,
And I shall heal.
From your ignorance,
Judgment,
And inability to feel.
For although I am lost,
At least I am real.
This poem is about how others may interpret or perceive you in life without getting to know the truth about you. They cannot take time for others and continue to judge for no reason. If you can relate to this, I hear you!
