living among strangers its
not that i want to
leave but i know i
cannot possibly stay
where paws are like
a confused newly born
amputee
and my spirit
swings its red and white striped
back &nd forth
impatient and only
among strangers
only among the counterfeit does
fuzzy within finally feel at ease
i never really;;
i don’t
really belong
do i?;;
i don’t have;;;
i don’t write poems i
just make them up
today
among strangers
hairspray overdose screams
‘unique?’
$$&&whispers: insecure
and i lie
and i tell lies
p-r-e-t-e-n-d i am one of
you and there will
be no accusations of just
trying to be
more special
than every-
-body else
when in fact i am just
just
just the opposite
hide it
hide it among
among strangers
human hands that
hold nothing
(((I want them to hate me)))
wake up and smile &&&
FAKE it
smile and pretend
because looking
up where
would i be without
this cage my
human body
What do y'all think?
Comments
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i like the simplicity of this one, (at least my head doesn't ache as with other poems where I need to cencentrate so hard to try to find the meaning of it)



