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Zywa May 2019
They say I live in a fantasy
they say I need to see my doctor
they say I am troubled

.....Some of them don't like me
.....and I don't like me
.....being that girl

.....who hates to look in the mirror
.....but dresses up to catch your eye
.....who is never afraid

.....to make statements
.....to be stubborn, just
.....to be frank, longing

.....to be submissive
.....and to gain the carnal
.....pleasure of my body

.....Yet I'm drowning
.....while waiting for help –
.....it is arranged for next year

They say I lie to myself
they say I am different
than I feel, and I feel

my cuts
For Siera Mayhew

Collection “Bruises”
Maddie Feb 2016
Here I sit
Between two choices
Between two people
Between two indentities
Looking for a happy ending
In a world divided
As sharp as black and white
To my left
Is what society wants me to be
Smart and respectful
Following the rules
Dressing to impress
safe, but
To my right
Is what I want to be
Dark and edgy
Rebelling
CLoaked in black head to toe
Black rimmed eyes
Loud music blaring
But the thing with black and white
Is that there is a gray area between
With infinite shades
Some wear it on their face
For everyone to see
While they group together
I'm left in wonder
For when I look in the mirror
I am suddenly colorblind
Blinking back at myself
for hours on end
Trying to figure out who I am
Am I more of what I'm trying to be
Or what I should want to be
Maybe I'm a perfect 50/50 mix
That isn't so perfect after all
It's plain and boring
perfectly ordinary
On the left
I would be a fake, and
On the right
I would be a fake
I'm not gonna lie, this is not my favorite poem I've written but I would REALLY LOVE some critiques!!! This is really important to me as a writer, student, and person that I get help on how to improve.
Elizabeth P Aug 2014
Sometimes being unique is a hassle
When you're in a castle
Where everyone is the same
And no one's like you
There's no one to talk to

They don't know your music
Or read poetry

You don't share the money
That drips like honey from their clothes

You don't like rap
Which is readily on tap

You're not athletic
Makes you feel pathetic

You feel so alone
Unknown
They're all such clones
Same hair
Same clothes
Same likes and dislikes
What's an outsider to do?

You end up left out
In a dark corner where nothing presides
Divides you from everyone else.

Sometimes being different is a hassle
When you live in a castle
Where being different is frowned upon.
There was just a situation this weekend where I knew I didn't fit in and it made me feel really alone and unwanted.

— The End —