Like mice creeping closer, wondering
ears alert and ready for anything coming
Like moles hiding in the dark, digging
beds of loam and other material.
We are the ones you despise,
We are the ones you forgot.
Turning our faces to the sun, hoping
The film over the eyes will melt, clearing vision
But it’s never that easy.
The lions enter, looking to devour,
Ripping dreams to shreds, so we hid them.
In the cupboards, filled to the brim.
Noses high, sniffing their way through
The clutter of life and finding the way
To our hearts.
They’re sleeping there today
They’re tearing at nerves.
They will never leave now, as the hunted
Remain as such, only now it’s our doubt
hiding around each corner.
No longer worried by society.
No longer do you have a place in hearts.
So society showed us how to let go of it all.
“For the best” they said.
“No need to fear, it will feel better.”
Waking to see me apart of what I hated,
Conformity keeping feeling away.