I often think you invoke poetry in me
And people think that’s wonderful
A muse!
But what they don’t know
These verses are repressed hurt
A lifetime of being pulled down
Othered
A lifetime of being called the problem
Othered
For simply failing to conform
(But who will?
To a household run by mental illness.)
Othered
For choosing to be well
Othered
For choosing happiness
(But what choice was there,
Letting society bleed me dry?)
Othered
For choosing balance
Othered
For never causing harm
(They would rather I slowly disappear,
regretting the life I lived at fifty.)
Othered
For wanting change
(Wondering if anything will ever change)
Yes, I’m wrong
If not chasing for everyone’s approval is a vice-
Yes, I’m a sinner
And I suppose sin is poetic
When it’s you delivering the divine justice.
Author’s Note: Read more o my poems at Muses_Saga (Author- Siya). Thanks!
