The World by Jane Viol

The world does not want me,

But if it were to understand me,

It would know that to hate me

Is to never accept that

Despite me being me

I still am the best I can be.


In the moment I can see,

How easy life could be,

If I wait long enough,

And let the world fly by,

Movements slow and easy.


But then I would not make my mark,

I would not fuel this creative spark,

And use my energy.


It would burn up inside,

It would climb up my gullet and ruin my pride.

Spewing from my mouth like cyanide.


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