My brain and heart are diverged in a yellow wood
Years of fighting, for my life,
just to live in strife.
My own expectations,
leave me holding the knife,
I use to cut ties with those I knew.
I am not yellow
understood
good!
The scars, I have are not visible, but affect my physical.
A “delay”on this life path,
A more accurate description ,
a car stalled, on the highway...
Society may laugh,
My brain and heart continue to conspire.
It’s just a pill, to stop the misfire
Just a pill to cope,
Just a pill to prevent a child,
Just a pill to help you focus,
Just a pill to loose weight,
I am sorry society, I have failed to live within the norm, and call it home.
You cannot encapsulate my freedom to “be”
I will still exist, creatively, impulsively, and unapologetically me.
There are no hopes or dreams left to squander
Nothing more to ponder...
The road has narrowed,
Only opinion the matters is my own
I will travel this path,
less crowed, and alone,
To make all the difference one person could.
Conformity is a pill I have not yet taken.
About the Creator
Saroyan Coles
I want to empower others with my writing. I have always dreamed of seeing my name, on something.
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