I hate you, blue jay.
With all my heart
Though you have pretty feathers
Painting the sky with your promises
Your voice is stolen.
You copy the call of those around you
Pretending like you fit in
But really you're meaningless
Because you don't have a voice of your own.
Whenever you try to speak
It comes out in squaks, frightening all the birds around you
Nobody likes a bluejay.
All they do is bully the other birds
Pretending that they're the ruler of the bird bath
I will let you swim in mine
When you stop being such a pest
When you find a voice of your own
When you stop trying to scare the other birds away.
Until you stop mocking those beautiful songs around you
Pretending that they're yours
I will love you
But that day will never come
Because you're a blue jay
And all you will be good at is pretending to be somebody you aren't
Because the real you isn't as pretty as your feathers.
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Pixi's Poems
PoetryThis is a book of poems that I've written, embracing all different emotions I feel. A lot of these poems are dark, and it may be triggering for others to read. Poetry is one of my safe-places, and I would like to share it with you <3 TW// SH, S...
