We were erased,
because we tried to escape
the madness,
of there bleeding hands.
So now were a pebble
in a different bowl
Sinking to the bottom,
but at least were told to swim.
Supported by the surrounded.
Outcasts is who we all are
but never more the same.
Told to be yourself,
and they actually mean it.
So the mask is no longer present!
...Unless around you.
Then it's stapled on once again
but at least this time I have friends
to patch me up.
Whiles yours are just faces
never a soul behind the door,
because you just do as youre told.
And I may be weird
But at least i dont have to feel alone
Because I know i dont have to be another
one of societies clones.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Puzzle
PoetryWe're all a little broken and truth is, none of us fit in. But we try and conform, whether you want to believe it or not, we all do. However, day by day we slowly lose ourselves and thats when you feel stuck.
