You come home with bloodshot eyes
Giving a swift hit in the face
You see me and say
What a disgrace
I am not like you
Your so soft yet judgmental
For you every must be conventional
I venture off from your normal pace
You cannot look at me in the face
As you see me leave this place
Leaving behind the safe feel
Of your omnipresence
I found myself in a blank space
New and unconventional
I no longer feel safe
And it’s great
Alexia Palacios
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-shot/
