N | O | R | M

hey thought I'd upload a fewmore poems I had in my jar... (see what I did there.. with the jar.. and the name of the bl.. ok nevermind:)) anyway here's the 1st:

N | O | R | M

She wants to fit in.

So her downspiral begins.

She tastes the temptation.

It drags her inhibitions.

So she goes with the crowd.

Their music just a little too loud.

Grinding strangers in the scene.

Doing things that are unseen.

She drowns her foolish doubt.

That she should just run out.

With the poison that owns them.

The other fools she calls her friends.

She sips a little more.

Turns to her alter ego whore.

She takes the acid pill.

Against her conscience will.

She sniffs up the coke.

Her freedom and morals choke.

Caves in to the high.

Living a part of this lie.

She injects the heroine.

Unsaved from the addiction.

But at least she fits in.

To this trapped infliction. 

 

-Saara