I was a strange soul in a world of norms
A fleeting illusion in a sea of forms
With spikes on my skin to fend off foes
I was burned alive on a pyre of woes
I was a threat to the common sense
I was the outcast in the social fence
I was the meat to be tossed away
A blade losing to a royal sway
I was the blackest hue in a rainbow bright
A paper with odd shadows in the light
I was a scar on the beautiful sky
Begging for another try
Maybe I was the moon among the stars
Not always glowing but being bizarre
Standing out weird in a crowd
Not willing to be cowed
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Author:
Meera Mere (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I look at the pacing world and doubt if I will ever catch up. Just a weirdo stuck in a world of numbers, unable to count on myself. Share your feelings about the poem.
- Category: Reflection
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Very well written Meera. But don't be so hard on yourself. Live YOUR life at YOUR own pace. There's a smile somewhere deep inside you. It needs you to see it. 😊
Thank u so much for you kind words. I would surely find that deep buried smile someday.
Your poem is a powerful expression of feeling like an outsider, contrasting the unique individual against societal norms. The imagery of being different, like a moon among stars, really captures the essence of standing out and the struggle for acceptance and understanding. It's a poignant reflection on embracing one's uniqueness in a world that often values conformity. Keep expressing your unique perspective through such evocative poetry!✨
Thank you so much for your kind words. It really takes effort to understand, you don't always have to fit in.
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