Horns

My horns protrude out of my skull
A constant reminder of who I am. 
No matter how sharp, I file and dull
For those to see and give a damn.

Along the road of waning light
Shadows come in to bite me whole 
They mock my horns in need and spite
Their cries as loud as the bells they toll.

Society laughs when I am faced
With burdens that tower over me.
If only they all could get a taste 
Of how painful my horns can really be.

Will I laugh or will I smile
When my horns are cut to bits?
I can only dream of it for a while
Where my life is forever amiss.
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LunaMoonBox

VT

YWP Alumni

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