Poser Poser in the dark
Poser Poser eat the lark
How do they feel when they stumble and trip?
Why do they drink down to the very last sip?
Pleasure, Pain, Fortune, Fame
They want it all without a name
Sacrificing who they are
Just for a life that's just too far
Putting feathers in their hair
Done out of fear and deep despair
Wearing stockings made of fur
Just to be like "him" or "her"
The absence of what they feel
Makes them lose sense of what is real
Author notes
I wrote this awhile back... >.>
Please tell me what you think
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Wow, this poem is amazing and so true.
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