Poetry At 25

I write this out word for word for you To show that you are wrong. That even though you think so differently, This is not where I belong. I have tried in so many other ways I tried to sing it in a song. I even tried to shout it out to you, That this is not where I belong. You still seem so ignorant, Even though you sang along, To these ways in which I tried to tell you This is not where I belong. I don’t know how to tell you otherwise, So I might as well go on. To live my life without you knowing That this is not where I belong.

I put my shackle on every morning  To keep me sane throughout the day.  I put on one, not two To keep a bit of freedom in my way.  I see it shine from a reflection  More like a bracelet, not a chain.  How its beauty hides its function  So it wouldn’t be to blame.