My Poetry

Labelled

LABELLED

I want a label, loud and clear

A label to separate me from Him or Her

I want them to judge me purely on sight

To sneer at my low jeans or red highlights

I want a label, the way I look

For people to see me and instantly hook

My kohl-rimmed eyes with being depressed

I’m obviously a dork because my shirt is pressed

I want a label, not the truth

Not to be seen as “just a youth”

Being labelled means I belong

When labelled, I can be strong

I want a label so I won’t be alone

So I can stand with others, be known

I won’t ever melt into dark shadows

And when I speak, someone echoes

I want a label, a little definition

A summary that will curtain

All that I really am, my deepest

Darkest secrets, they go unnoticed

I want a label so I can hide

Behind those I’m grouped beside

Because what if, possibly, I’m nothing?

While I’m alone, they’re gathering

I want a label to bind myself to others

I want to fit in, like three leaved clovers

Because being unique pushes you out

The spotlight’s on you, it won’t fade out

I want a label, need a label

Because only alone can I crumble

I will not fall if people stand beside me

Ready to pick me up, that’s my theory