PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

These questions I ask,
Are strange, you say?
Would you think that still if on one cloudy day...
The flowers spoke to you,
And no one cried?
Since when is it encouraged to hide who you are?
Hide all your might?
Take your nose out of the air.
See colors other than black and white.
Say I'm strange.
Please. Roll those eyes.
I'm used to the ridicule,
And your eyebrow rise.
You express it in negativity.
Like you are superior.
Superior to my marvelous mind?
I'm sorry, that I don't have a false exterior.
So I'll sit here with a smirk,
And won't waste time with deliberation.
What I have isn't a quirk.
It's called a goddamn imagination.