#setapart
she cared so deeply
yet felt like she
couldn't be more of an
outsider
and for no reason
overthinking caused her
to set herself apart
she couldn't see
that they cared
for her too
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
I care not for the boxed city behind the walls
Look to the white sheeted hills where I stand
In all my emerald glory ready to release my fiery terror upon the ones who stupidly scorned
Ostrasised for my peculiarity
'Fire breathing' they shouted
'Witch' they chanted
What do they know of being different..
Nothing
My cold wet hand holds my burning-orb
Fate will release its hand on this dark dark night
Sheep to the slaughter
Sheep to the slaughter
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 3:56 PM UTC