degrading
they are
degrading what you are
your fingers
scrawling frisky gens
scrawling what you are
masking
you are
masking what you are
your goalmouths
suffocating their interests
suffocating what you are
treating you an outsider
treating you a child
mistreating what you are
2012
Lesson learned.
It’s hard to say I Like this because it’s so bleak, but I can definitely say I understand and sympathize. We are all trapped in our own little bubbles of time and space competing with each other for being who we are. Each other bubble is trying to impose it’s own picture of what they want us to be into our time space… as we are them.
thank you for following my poetry blog. I guess I’ll have to add something to it now and then.
there’s so much passion and frustration, the way you feel when you understand what you can’t change I guess, Beautiful art yours.