• apisco 25w

    I could see people looking at me
    With that look of disapproval in their eyes
    Because i was never one of them
    I was always my own self
    Not succumbing to society's pressure
    And how they wanted me to be
    They saw me as purple color in their yellow canvas
    A dim light in a darkened place
    A corner in a round place
    They never saw me for who I was
    But only for someone who wasn't them.

    A.P