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.