Do Not Belongby April Ardis AndersonFalling out but not quite in Grace the palace with the presence Years of berate, mock, and taunt. All eyes bit and burned From beneath thick well-combed locks Cold shoulders manifested fast Contorted, ugly, too bold. Feelings intertwined and mixed Beat nauseously pounding dead blood Nerves perked walking an edge Shy eyes, big ears, dumb hands. Exit shiver and misunderstood Foully plummets once assured status Weak color of spirit held high Heart breaks, mind fails, dreams die. |
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