A Thousand fingers
A thousand fingers pointing at me,
Putting me on a pedestal of shame and disgust.
Their eyes are cold and frozen with assumptions,
And the truth is far away from them, unreachable!
A thousand questions being asked,
No end to this interrogation,
To prove whether my pain is real or not.
Treachery and trickery to put the blame on me,
For what I have no control over,
Blatantly finding faults in me,
For being an honest flower.
Showing my true colours to the world,
If this makes me unacceptable, an outcast,
Then; I humbly accept my defeat,
I will not fight back with those thousand fingers,
Let them continue to point at me.














