No one will love you if you are unattractive?
Maybe soft skin turns into leather?
Will a pretty face make it better?
And finally pose the question …will you stay now?
Is it true that pain is beauty?
And for what cause do you bring yourself such pain?
I don't know its probably the season.
They say I am not in fashion
They say I lack charisma
I do not present myself like them
I am yet to be embraced
Scoffed at because I do not possess the knowledge they require
And for whom are we to flatter with such a knowledge?
I don't know its the probably the season.
I look to my friends for inspiration
For if not them closest? then who?
I look to my family for inspiration
For if not them to give me courage then who?
We bring down, because we fear crawling up
All we talk are shards of glass as we hurt because we are
We do lack encouragement because we are discouraged
Its the season, it is the Season.
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The Season
PoetryIt's a poem about how we live in this world . And why we choose to live in pain , all for what though .... I will be posting every week . Poems about Life as we should live it.
