Little Robin

Waking up in the morning

Gazing at the room’s blank design

Look out at neighbors

Their happy behaviors

Their hearts are soaring

But their not mine

 

There’s a shadow in my head

I see his claws

By my bed

He hates my tastes

Tells people they’re a disgrace

Makes ‘em blurred in the face

I’m yearning to chase the sky

But I just whisper “hi”

Instead

 

“Little Robin”

He calls me

“Little Robin

Won’t you face me

Embrace me

Reach out your hand

I can make it all better

In the end”

 

Gray skies cross over the city streets

Glance at strangers

Waving at each other

But they all wonder

“Does she lie, does he cheat, what do they mean?”

Everybody’s blurred in the face

In this city

 

“Little Robin”

He calls me

“Little Robin

Why chirp and sing

When you can clip your wings

And stay on the ground

With me you will be

Safe and sound”

 

“Little Robin”

He calls me

“Little Robin

Won’t you chase me

Embrace me

Reach out your hand

I can make you all better

In the end”

This poem is about: 
Our world
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pureformula

by far my most favorite

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