Lions and Mice

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.


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