Woe is me, so it seems.

Woe is me, so it seems.

By: Anyssa Q. E

 

Out of place,

I've always been.

It seems nothing 

had a care.

The moon above,

nor valley elsewhere,

had a share of golden care,

to send my way.

 

Out of sight,

I will remain.

Only showing 

when one summons name.

Hiding in half-light,

basking in shame.

Shimmering twilight,

outcasts my insane-

twitching, nit-picking,

imbalanced brain.

 

So out of sight,

and out of mind,

to those of you who've been unkind,

But, I myself, will

uphold pride,

and build a world to live inside.

Far from discouraging-

displeased eyes.

 

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