Strong One
To the weak I know your pain
To the lonely I can’t complain
Tired and used, feeling like a broom
Cleaning others mess, with a glass of shame
Wanting to belong but being too normal
Wishing that someday they will learn my song
Singing in a tongue far too unusual
Writing sweet poems that confuse everyone
Story of the life I tried to live
Resulting in me becoming a pig
Respect and love a beautifully strange thing
Unknown to those who teach and sing
Circles and boxes that smile when you grin
The ugly world your ever avoiding
My playground has become
The resting place of everyone
Broken, torn and thought to be wrong
A new legacy will be left
Not meant for those that would reject
The splendor in those told to forget
A life of joy because of the title on their neck
27/3/2016
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