Full Tilt Poetry Slam
Self connection to Quinn-By Kathryn
I laugh to myself
as the thought swirls in my mind
Am I, really the only one like this,
out of the human kind?
I look to my left, and then to my right
However, this boring world gives me no delight
everything is as constant as a clock's click
I'm quick to run away from this monotonous world
since it makes me so sick
I go places sometimes
where I can feel the thrill of the wind
and my heart racing against my chest
But those around me look at me as if I'm possessed
And my once racing heart fails, dark and depressed
I feel so isolated and alone
and this house I live in doesn't feel like home
POOF! I wish I could just disappear
Where people won't look at me and just sneer
so leave me on my own
I go places sometimes
where the world isn't so boring and white
But instead filled with colors, all so bright
A place where I don't feel like a failure
and things always work out in my favor
I don't need no help, I've done no crime
I just need a place to go sometime
I'm not a failure, I'm really just me
so please, I beg
Give me a place, somewhere, where I can be