they have told me again and again that i am
too often too little.
they wonder why it's so hard for me to
just smile, just speak up, just blend in.
they come into my life and ask as if i wasn't
born asking.
as if I'm not terrified i will die asking.
as if I'm not terrified that the girl i used to be
would hate me for choosing invisibility over
being able to fly.
would hate me for never speaking up for
her.
would hate me because they will ask her
why?
why?
why?
but i have taken her beautiful voice hostage.
she is trapped on the ground while the
birds sing above.
why?
-V
YOU ARE READING
still, none the wiser (poetry)
Poetryi grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)
