Since I want some feedback, 'cause I don't really write poetry much...or ever...I thought I'd post the poem I wrote yesterday in a fit of inspiration, or boredom, or frustration, or something. Anywho, enjoy. <3
Labels. Part I.
I imagine that I can see it in your lips
Pity, confusion, disgust in a strained smile.
I hear whispered wonderings, covered
With a forced laugh or a hollow,
"How are you feeling?"
I know,
I think,
that you would believe
You know why I read what I read,
why I say what I say,
why I am what I am.
It all makes sense now, doesn't it?
I am so much tidier, identifiable with this name that is not mine
Plastered across my face.
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