Whispers
Things got heavy, things got mixed.
I wished you are here, as you promised to be next.
Things got messy, things got hexed.
My sight turns blurry, my faith got sniffed.
My sisters said I'm dramatic, I say I'm only a drift.
My father treats me like a soldier, when I'm a sunflower bairn.
My mother judge like a jurist who was once a lame kid.
The people of my town look at me as if I were a freak.
The people of my town, said I behave like a clown.
—S E William
2020-05-31 05:40:05
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