Literature
unique
This is me.
Alone in a world forbidden to speak,
I have a voice that cannot be heard
Among the shouts of the heartless.
They live their dream of being famous,
Just as I wish to be forgotten as Dust in the wind.
I desire to float among the stars
As a nomad that follows the clouds,
In an unthinkable place with a trail of
f o p i t
o t r n s (footprints)
and loneliness in my wake.
And I only wish to be a fish out water,
A black rose among white tulips,
I only long to be different,
And have no voice among the same.