Life of Kiarrah
I am undiscovered, to be holocaust from any venue of my appearance
Tears surged the words printed within me, The anger raged among my structure
I can be life changing, a waste of time
I am secretly investigated by curious humans and publicly ignited
My emotions are extirpated , being violently extirpated beat by beat
I sound my pain in squeal, disperse of glass as well
The anger consumed every inch of me
I endured the pain slowly as my emotions were silently taken away
Viciously I was unappreciated, stared at like an outsider
I am hidden, an outcast
Make me feel desired, My anger raging tempest.
The walls began to revolve as my whole body entered a state of paralysis.
My tears deluged the town, the town I wasn’t accepted in.
My brown eyes releasing ultraviolet rays.
My multi-ethnic background generating confusion.
My perspective shifting What Others Call Normal.
I have analysied you now I must learned myself.
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