Sugar Suicide

I was

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.

 

Comments3

  • Michael Edwards

    An engaging write - good work SS.

  • Lorna

    Well described wisdom Sugar...... a thoughtful poem!

  • Dysthymia

    Well written.



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