Public enemy number one.
Everywhere I go someone tries to keep me under their thumb.
Sit here, do this, don't do that, nothing I ever do is ok.
Critque how I live, my choices and what I have to say.
But sit and line up to watch me everyday.
It must be some sick joke - when I have such disdain for attention yet seem to attract it everywhere I go.
Do I fucking glow? Does my discomfort show?
Can't hide myself fast enough as these wounds continue to grow.
~Ruby L.S.~
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Author:
Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2024 14:47
- Comment from author about the poem: 08.2023.09
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Comments4
Welcome to the human race.They are a bunch of bullies
Seriously! It's free to be kind.. if only more realized
Excellent. I relate. Very well done.
Thank you!
I’m sorry. I hope you’re ok.
Thank you
A fine poem. I hear you. Too many people sticking their noses in and judging people.
Yes, exactly! Thank you
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