Misplaced, by L.Celestine

Misplaced

Always trying to find a place

To rest my head

To plead my case

All the doors are shut

Made of glass

So they stare at my face

And I wonder why they won’t let me in

I wonder why I’m inadequate

Looked down upon me

Like a burst of sin

Cloudy and judgment filled within

Steadfast in anger

I’m blessed am I not

But the way they treat me

You’d think

That I’m a pedophile

A murder

A killer in the city

I stay quiet

Cause they don’t know

I stay quiet

So it wont show

I stay quiet

Lifeless and fallen to my knees

Feeling looked at and alone!

Who would have known That it would be four years later With a love still strong And urge still mighty And a touch still needed

With every waking And every passing Seems that so many have so much to… Why does she dress like that Why does she talk like that

I miss being in love The feeling The happiness The warmth of the joining between… I miss being in love