#notspecial
I tried to reason with my race,
Made me feel only as a joke,
Trying to pave my own way,
May god help me and save me,
Two hands always ready to perceive,
Is like i already feel the curse,
Waiting for me to die so my soul can be dammed.
The wind in my heart,
As thee casts my sins,
And releases the fire of life,
Upon my own humbled soul,
Searching for my own path,
Feeling once again blind,
As i meet these strangers.
So once again, after some time,
I ask myself hoping for a change,
I am wrong?
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
I thought I was still special
I guess it isn't what it is now
I've become your form of distraction
I ponder on who else have been treated the same way, and so my thoughts crow
You'd tell me that you are okay when really, you have just been trying to find an escape from the affection your heart has been longing for since the time you lost the warmth from someone else
Hence, I've been so foolish
thinking I was different from the rest.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
I am the wolf
hidden in their skin.
I will never be them.
I will never fit in.
And the sheep speak slander.
Their words are venom.
Driving me towards
my life as a phantom.
And it's sick
That we carry such thunder.
When in all that I wanted
I was never a wonder.
And to eyes that see me,
to the eyes that look over
I still go unnoticed
As easily as the four leaf clover.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC