Hello everyone, criticism is always welcome! For this poem I wanted to shake up my rhyme form. I don’t feel this way, sadness is just my genre, I will be slowing my poem posts, since I want to work on a longer story. But enjoy!
Words leave my mouth, already stated
When speaking, no one listens
And when they do the air stiffens
I wish to run far away
Where my life could start anew
I’d likely just become a stray
But I’ll pull through
I always do
What is it that I did so wrong
Why do you make my life so bleak
What doesn’t kill you make you strong
Yet all I feel is weak
And as I cry
Alone, beneath the night sky
I wish I would just die
A wish remains they’d invite me more
And didn’t make me feel like an eyesore
But may they know they’re not to blame
I accrued my own shame
Maybe without picked nails
I wouldn’t be envisioning such fairy tales
Someone else, I wish to be
Still, what a reverie
To dissociate
And let go of hate.
Poetry by Artorius
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Written on 2026-06-12 at 13:39
Tags Dissociate  Hate  Isolation 
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Dissoci(h)ate
With my friends I feel isolatedWords leave my mouth, already stated
When speaking, no one listens
And when they do the air stiffens
I wish to run far away
Where my life could start anew
I’d likely just become a stray
But I’ll pull through
I always do
What is it that I did so wrong
Why do you make my life so bleak
What doesn’t kill you make you strong
Yet all I feel is weak
And as I cry
Alone, beneath the night sky
I wish I would just die
A wish remains they’d invite me more
And didn’t make me feel like an eyesore
But may they know they’re not to blame
I accrued my own shame
Maybe without picked nails
I wouldn’t be envisioning such fairy tales
Someone else, I wish to be
Still, what a reverie
To dissociate
And let go of hate.
Poetry by Artorius
Read 18 times
Written on 2026-06-12 at 13:39
Tags Dissociate  Hate  Isolation 
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