A/N: This was written in the middle of the night on a whim of a thought, and it ended up having a deep meaning, more than I intended to. It was one of those poems that you get into so deep in writing you can't seem to stop.
I am different as I can be
I am separated from society
I am myself, and only I am me
They say I am beyond different to compare
The hate, yet they always have stared
I always sit alone with no one to share
Others say that I'm pretty when obviously not
I don't see the world as they do, have they completely forgot
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, everything is shot
Everything we do has always been subjective
Beauty is, subjective, what's a home, subjective
Who's nice, subjective, what is right is subjective
What is living subjective, society is subjective
Saying life is unfair well I think their life truly isn't theirs
They live without dignity and without a single care
They curse the cruel world and live it like it's bare
Hating each other always making a big war
Now it's life that always ends up torn
We're all roses in a way, born with different thorns
Discriminating on such minuscule levels
We will never get ahead making others disheveled
While we are all the dealing with different devils
Unity is what we need, but it always comes at a price
We make a treaty thinking that it is right
But we always seem to agree to disagreeing on sight
I've seen the world as gray instead of black 'n white
I say that society has twisted the beholder's sight
While I'm just here trying to declare my outcast life
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Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...
