“Misery” by Maxine Steuer

I am the wilted rose
I am the first drop of rain
Brought to life with prose
I am the root of your pain

I am born from hatred and petty choices
I am the water flooding you
Through negativity given voices
I tell you your chance at belonging is through

The flaws brought out in every way
The ship that each storm tosses
The single cloud on a perfect day
The pain that stems from losses
I am the heart that skips each beat
I walk alone, on any street

I am the cat in a canary’s nest
I am the weight atop your chest
I am the pain born from disinterest
I don’t belong, not with the rest

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