The reactions I get when I walk in a room,
You can hear their heart beats, BOOM, BOOM.
It makes me laugh when I see the look,
They only read my cover, like a book.
Looks can be deceiving,
Especially since I have been grieving.
I can’t help but to laugh when they take a step back,
Like they have never seen eyeliner and lipstick of black.
Alone in this desolate hell I walk,
Watching people afraid to look, afraid to talk.
Rarely do I look this evil,
Like a witch from times of medieval.
Floating through the zombie crowd,
With their drama so loud, striving to be unlike others,
I take the risk, though some say I’m like my brother.
Proud and bold I stand strong,
I try and ignore them and sing a song.
I cling to the happiness I have found,
I am floating, praying I never again touch ground.
A contest entry
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Comments
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This is really good. I can relate.
Thank you for your entry,
Best of luck!
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Very well done so dark and to the point. You boldly display your indiviuality. A wonderful write thanks for entering it. I love it!
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