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I feel very fake when I'm spilling my guts Sometimes i feel that I am going nuts The challenge of holding on to my soul Maybe tougher than I ever thought Refusing conformity and rebelling on the norms Has been my sole purpose in my years of living Because being different in a country like mine equates to being mentally insane So sick of being prejudiced and scrutinized I feel like a shadow sometimes, invisible So translucent and immune to people's judgment Newbies will suffer in this world They're better off in the womb
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
lobotomized teen
I feel very fake when I'm spilling my guts Sometimes i feel that I am going nuts The challenge of holding on to my soul Maybe tougher than I ever thought Refusing conformity and rebelling on the norms Has been my sole purpose in my years of living Because being different in a country like mine equates to being mentally insane So sick of being prejudiced and scrutinized I feel like a shadow sometimes, invisible So translucent and immune to people's judgment Newbies will suffer in this world They're better off in the womb
hansel
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:14 AM UTC
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