I sort of enjoy the fact that I'm misunderstood.
Endless tears trickle on brazen dry cheeks, most of the time
Shouts of memories resound in inner ear, but I'll end up fine
rocks of rejection strike me, but in places unknown.
piercing pain of knives cuts my strange figure as life's course hits wall of fire.
blazing rockets from cultures bias dominions are hurled at twitching stature.
frowns and stairs are weapons in their midsts
Save me from conformity
wrong always wishes to extinguish right
Anger
Difference
intolerance
Still I stand.
A contest entry
- Musical Quotes by Bean Sidhe.
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