Standards.
I feel small.
No, you make me feel small.
Everything feels like chaos.
No, you yourself reek of chaos.
I feel bare and transparent.
No, because you drain my originality.
I feel agitated and bothered.
Maybe I should be.
I'm curious and disturbed.
Wait, I have the right to be.
I'm furious and pissed off.
Yes, who bloody wrote the rules?
I'm angry and enraged.
Yes, who bloody set the standards?
I feel aware and alive.
Yes! Fuck those rules and standards,
YOU ARE READING
Contrast
Poetry{ Featured in WP Poetry : 24 Aug 2018 } This one is to both sides of the coin, where there's a head and a tail. To every positive side there's a flip side. This is the yin to my yang. The good of the ugly. The beauty of the beast. The heaven to the...
