There he stood, looking tall and mighty, Everything about him screamed "perfect", From his shoes' exquisite polish, To the desirable wealth that his tie would reflect,
By Lynn H.5 years ago in Poets
As a child, I've always noticed that I was different. It was so obvious, from spending recess by myself reading Harry Potter, to classmates labelling me as the "weird kid". I've noticed it in the way my classmates stayed away from me for fear of me "infecting them with my weirdness". I've noticed it in my only friends at school being teachers, or sitting the gym bench alone during school dances, wondering why no one wanted to dance with me.
By Lynn H.5 years ago in Psyche
Our world of hatred, And its humans, vile, debased, vitiated, Preferring murder, pain and atrocity, Over showing a speck of humanity.
