Eyes as dark as night
A nose unbelievably flat that people wonder if you can smell
No wonder they don't talk to me
I'm the the epitome of weird
But nevertheless, I'm strong willed on the inside
A family who has my back whenever I need them
Yet sometimes I think to myself it's not enough
I just want to be like everybody else
Normal
The ability to blend in would be nice
I mean, I can blend in alright
Into a background
Because that's what I'm good at
Hiding, running away so I don't have to face my problems altogether
Here and there, you would here them go 'where is your sister'
Where all introverts stay as their way to blocking out society
He suggests her room
And I give her props for stretching all the way just to check on me
Literally stretching
As if saving the world with her sidekick at her side wasn't tiring enough
But here I am
Back in my room
Wondering what to do next
Shall I turn invisible seeing that being socially withdrawn is my forte
Or
Should I just create a force field around me to continue to face the world alone
1 comment:
I like that your poem is somewhat casual; it's sort of conversational c: I see what you're alluding to, although it's sort of not clear at times. I'm not sure that Violet spent a lot of time in her room, she just didn't hang around people. Your poem relates, but doesn't relate. Do you get what I'm saying? I tried ><
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