• People Claim
    By: Kit Katy

    I get wrapped in these tangled vines expecting I’ll be fine,
    Yet I hang their in the glittering sky
    My arms wrap around this wrecked limb and clutch tight

    People claim that I’m disordered
    People claim that I’m deformed
    People claim that I’m an emotional disaster

    Eyes grow red from those aching words
    They just don’t understand me…
    They just can’t comprehend me…

    I get wrapped in these tangled vines expecting I’ll be fine,
    Yet I hang their in the glittering sky
    Isolation engulfs me as I wonder to the side

    People claim I’m non-functional
    People claim I’m abnormal
    People claim that I’m overly emotional

    Standing firmly on the ground
    I gaze all around
    They can say what they wish, but I do know this

    You are you and I am me
    What people claim means nothing