Reid@YWP

Deep into the forest,

when wolves howl at the moon-

you'll be wanting to leave soon. 

Midnight is on your doorstep,

as you take your time, strolling-

through the hours of night,

My friend mentioned she was sad to see the leaves drop. She said this as if the shedding oak trees were a disgrace to her. As if their nakedness wasn’t breathtaking in the eyes of an artist.

Funny is a crutch that I lean on

a masquerade mask that I put on

to hide from the world

'till my lies are unfurled

and it's clear that it's all just a con.

Even though

They tried their best

They were always left

At a crossroads.

Glancing in either direction

With a confused expression

And a typical look

Of regret.

Because times are rough

She was told to blend in,
to never show off.

“Women should be seen and not heard” 
or maybe not seen either;

She was told to be smart, 
but of course, not too smart.
you must not scare them away.