The line. Poem, by kitty the naughty poet, at My poetic side

The line.

The line was drawn long ago and I am debating if I should cross it

I normally don’t mind to stand here alone in my own little world of weirdness

But now it feels different somehow, someway

I see all the people conforming and I feel utter sorrow

I can’t tell them apart, they all look the same

With a very slight change in smiles

If you can’t say something nice, say nothing at all

Isn’t that what they all used to say?

But they no longer practice it so the worlds gone to shit

I’m here to tell you, it’s ok to not be ok

Like now, I still feel the hurt and anger from years ago

My smile is fake but nobody sees it

The world has gone fake and everyone feeds it

I stand here alone, a woman full grown

But my insides will say “I don’t feel it”

I’ll tell you again, it’s ok to not be ok

Why does society treat us this way just because we’re unique

The strangeness that lies inside me wants to be set free

But the world as we know it is fucked,

I stand here on the other side, alone

Of the line that was drawn long, long ago

Written by: Katie Clarke 2021

Comments +

dusk arising October 29th, 2021 03:28
Maybe nobody else sees your line.
Or maybe theyre on the same side of a line that you are but you just can't see that line. Drawing lines only makes for divisions.... blessed be the line drawers... or not?
spilleronsheet October 29th, 2021 03:30
It’s sad the society is like that
But your words are so true
It’s okay to not be okay
Keep writing dear poet
Cause only the words in our heart can be flown out with poetry of ours
Let freedom be granted to the words
Causing attention of others to the smile we once had
Though it’s a fake one today
Sadly to the society that surrounds

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