Weird Or What
Who said I am weird?
Look at yourself
Counting shadows like secrets,
Chasing thoughts you never tell.
I wear my colors loud,
While you tuck yours away,
A quiet storm behind your eyes,
Too scared of what they’ll say.
I dance to a tune no one hears,
Yes at least I dance at all
You’re standing still,
Afraid to fall.
So call me strange,
Call me wild or wrong
at least my heart
Still sings its song.
About the Creator
♿ V+ Marie381Uk
Poetry has lived in me since childhood.
Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.
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