A Poem

Pushing against the confines
Of this society
In which I'm caged
Their judging eyes
Cast their verdict
Making a decision
Before knowing the facts
I am nothing more
Than a blemish
On their "perfect" world
So they opress me,
Sweep me beneath the rug
So they don't have to deal
With the orginal,
The abnormal,
The unique
All of which I am
So bang your gavel,
Sentence me to exile
I still shall not conform
Middle finger raised,
I say "Screw em' all
If they care about who I am
And judge me for my differences
I'm definately better
Than all of those bastards!"
Veronica4 Veronica4
18-21, F
Aug 28, 2011