You want to belong,
fit in with the crowd?
You follow after. Instead you should lead.
How many are there? Where is your place in this world?
I was just placed in this world.
You look at me in the eye with judgment.
I am shamed for not being the same.
What is it that you seek after?
If you see haveing eyes, haveing sight yet you can not see.
You follow a path in to darkness led by no light.
You hide in clothes made from whool. A wolf in a cotton coat.
Your mask will slip someday, when your eyes are closed, when it does let the sun seep in.
© 2018 Stacy Ingram vizcarrondo