I am a peacock,
I stand tall and stand proud
I am not afraid to show my colors,
but someone ruffled my feathers
and slowly plucked them
one by one.
You no longer recognize me.
I used to be brilliant and original,
but my uniqueness was stripped
and now i blend into the crowd
Plain on the outside
but on the inside that peacock
still remains,
waiting for the time
she can return.
I was once a peacock
and now....a simple pigeon.
Author's Notes/Comments:
This is how I've felt for awhile.