my comfort was crumbling.
everything i knew was suddenly vanishing.
villainous people of all ages rupture my entire world.
there’s nothing left for me.
it’s all their’s.
they created me…
just to tear my apart.
everything i knew was a myth.
the place i thought was my home…
was stripped from beneath my own two feet.
my belongings aren’t even mine.
nothing in this world is factual.
eventually, i’ll die.
i’ll be eaten up by the evil people.
i’m fragile, after all.
when i try to be tough…
it only makes them disappointed with the end result.
when i am soft..
they are happy.
i can show that i’m not always tough.
what i can’t show..
is my fear.
my face is painted on
so that my appearance is what they want.
i am unable to show emotion.
my face is always the same.’
in a world of people, we’re all supposed to be similar.
almost identical clothing,
almost identical faces.
if you look different
you are deemed to be ugly.
that’s how this cruel world works.
just created to be the same as everyone else..
and to be torn apart by the people who created you
Poetry
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Wow, this is a very interesting poem with multiple meanings. I love the creativity you used with the gingerbread house. Great job!
Thank you so much!