Fitting In
Hand over mouth.
Eyes closed tight.
Deafening my ears.
Blinding my sight.
Cannot speak-Think me insane.
Cannot see-Too much pain.
Cannot hear-Least I fall.
Cannot stop-The masses call.
Aching stomach-Just fit in.
Head spinning-Withstand I sin.
Bitter taste-They spit me out.
Sickening smell-Their zig zag route.
Laughing hyenas closing in,
Open my eyes their games begin.
Ripping and shredding unto death,
I failed their wicked morbid tests.
“You were supposed to be like us!”
I feel their wretched blood lust,
head is about to bust.
“We accept you, but our way is the must!”
Fetal position-Surrounded with fear.
Head hidden-Anxiety here.
Clasping arms-Make it go away.
Rocking back and forth-No words to say.
Staring ahead-Just find my peace.
Emotionless face-Need this all to cease.
Mind racing-It won’t stop.
Eyes glaring-Back to the top.
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