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The stigmas
Cover our faces
Leaving us vulnerable and weakened.
What if we see the world differently? Does that make us a part of the outcast unknown?
A wise man once said - live and let live.
Abandoning the dogmas, you shall stick to mundane,
Otherwise they'll eat you alive.
A fog, like denial
Covers your judgement
Behind a sheer curtain
Leaving your body resting in peace.
But is it that?
If you're only seeing the clouds
Through tinted sunglasses?
Is it fair to say,
That everything you wished for
Looked beautiful,
As long as you're under a shade?
Plastic bag,
Wrapped and tied around your head. Breathe in -
Now exhale.
Is it distressing enough?
Take a sip of bleach.
Perhaps a longer sluggish gulp to burn your fairytale
And leave it hanging on a thread of ash.
Please,
This ain't make-believe fairytale
Where they all live happily ever after
It's a burden you'll carry for the rest of your forlorn days
Stay who you are
Be someone
Not no one
Be you.
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
