Author: poemkitten7 PM
About not belonging and not fitting in with the rest of the crowd. R & R if you like!Rated: Fiction K - English - Tragedy/Angst - Words: 151 - Reviews: 25 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-01-06 - id: 2144757
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No one hears my silently still screams,
They don't know I have hopes and dreams.
People, they look at me, and point and laugh,
I have burning desire to just cut them in half.
They treat me like I'm merely penny-worth,
I don't belong to this land, not even this earth.
I beg them to stop, and to just let me be,
Surely, they tell me, I'll never be free.
I hide in the corner and stare at the wall,
I hold on to my knees and angrily bawl.
I wish someone would wake me up from inside,
To tell me there was no need to quickly hide.
I wait long dreading nights to finally be released,
To come out of this shell which people call a beast.
Each day I wait upon my dark windowsill,
Eyes filled with clear liquid, ready to spill.