I have some people
A people what I call 'my friends'
But just like a riddle
They are hard to comprehend
I always follow their exquisite rules
Even if it'll make my self look like a fool
Just to be suitable in their built-in standards
So, I'll accept it without further regards
They are truly born beautiful
Is it okay for me to be here?
I do hope I won't end up being regretful
For forbidding myself to be truthful
Them, who dressed up like a morning sunshine
Attracted many guys 'cause they looked so fine
But I, who prefer to be the midnight moonlight
Still covering myself behind their lights
I'm glad that they had appreciated me
But not the truly me
They love the me, who live just for their favor
And I'd lost my one and only flavor
Birds on the same feather
Will always flocks together
Though, I felt alone when I'm with them
Do they even know that I exist if I condemn?
Everytime I talk,
I thought that they want me to stop
And each time I stop,
Their eyes judged me for looking like a stalk
I once tried to leave
But I just tried
After I thought, I believe
That they are the only one who's currently by my side
What if they leave?
Who'll watch over me?
Who'll provide me remedy?
To endure this loneliness and slavery
Whatever they say
I would immediately obey
Even if it surpasses my limits
I must do it, even though I don't mean it
I don't know what path to take
To be alone and be ignored
Or to be alone circled with fake
And sometimes ignored
The latter is much denser
And much hurtful than the former
But I don't want to live without a sense
In a world that people completely ignore my existence
Just like sediments
It was once a full perfect form
But it was soon broken by the norm
Just like me, a coward to abandonment.
YOU ARE READING
WE ARE COWARDS
Poetry"A coward of life Once a warrior of challenge Pacifist of strife." A collection of free verse poems made up of fears. These poems have varying perspectives of these coward people, which teaches us that being a coward doesn't makes us less of an indi...
