Existence

With eyes colors of hazel and exhaustion,

She picks herself up again 

Speaking words thought to be too substantial for her to handle

And too complex for her to comprehend.

She screams at the world to let her feel what she feels.

They say honesty is the best policy

So why criticize her for being real?

The pressure to please every person

Overwhelms her entire being,

Branding her a failure and a screw-up

When what she produces doesn't reach their impossibly high standards.

Again she screams to the world,

"Why won't you leave me alone? Why? Why?"

The one who could save her,

He isn't concerned.

No attention is paid,

Only silence hangs between them

Like an overcast cloud trying to find the strength to make it.

Acting as a fighter,

She finds the nerve to stand up for herself

Once in a blue moon.

But everyone questions her motives.

Her words leave no impression,

Their words leave scars.

So she floats away into oblivion,

What difference has she made?

Just another voiceless follower giving up the fight.

And he is left behind,

With the conversation already forgotten.

They say be who you are

Just as long as it's how they want you to be.

With no sparkle in her eye

And only sorrow in her heart,

She sits quietly in existence,

A lost identity in a sea of conformity.

This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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