Or do you ever slightly fear being fully yourself,
scared of the raised eyebrows and curious eyes
that dig dig dig into your timid soul..
I try and solve this by putting up walls made of paper
that slowly turn to concrete, a roof, a cave, a den, a house,
away away on a hill side,
so that they can't get in or smell or see
the beast that they've made of me.
For they love to toss me two and fro with words and chatter. Vulchers * of *'Why do you look, talk, dress like that' There mouths like open caves I can see there teeth, rotten and decaying. Graves stones.
I don't want to explain I don't want to talk I walk away alone and peer through windows watching them silently turn to stone, mannequins of each other letting my spirit grow.
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To me it means sacrifice to hide who I am never For I'll find people who know and understand
what its like to be ostracized beaten, battered, and killed over and over again,
all for just wanting to live, for just wanting to be human.
People forget we are all human.
Just a draft. Will probably redo most of it, but needed to get this out. I'm sick to death of people being battered and bullied for who they are. And this poem doesn't skim the surfaces but I want to just say if your going through any of the **** mentioned keep going. Hold you head so high you cannot see the evil below. I could say more but its 4 mins to midnight and I have college tomorrow.