i was normal.
a face in the crowd
a voice without meaning
a path leading no where
i was abnormal.
a vibrant hair color
a black slate of clothes
a rule breaker for the thrill
i was nobody.
a missing body
a face with no name
a heart with no home
i now have a face
a heartbeat
a home
because in those years of crying
those years of being everyone else
i was whittling my self down
to the blank slate i needed
to build myself upon.
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2018 00:57
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Comments3
An engaging write - good work SS.
Well described wisdom Sugar...... a thoughtful poem!
Well written.
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