Your words are daggers to the eye,
An agony felt deep inside,
I am part of the rust you left behind,
Of fog so thick it burns the mind.
I smile and laugh and try,
But behind closed doors, I cry,
I’m always pushed away.
And I never know why.
I think.
Why must everyone be the same?
Same friends, same enemies.
The only difference is name.
Why must everyone be the same?
Same hairstyle, same face.
Individuality is pain.
Your words are daggers to the eye,
Unless I pierce the barrier.
And fly.
YOU ARE READING
Celestial
PoetryThis is my debut collection based around the theme of hope and overcoming difficulties. It includes many of my first individual publications, competition winners, and some that have never previously been published. Hope you like it :)
