when are we wild?
our untamed self starts to creep out
it surfaces and flashes our truth
we become endearing,interesting
boring or irritating
some of us embrace this ‘wildness’
with no care of what the fuck the world thinks
but most of us make it prick that poisonous needle
putting it into a lifelong slumber
that no handsome prince’s kiss can salvage
not letting anyone see it
the creativity, the natural, the outcast
all hidden from the world like a worthless treasure.
Oh the things society does to you!
It is a bit meh. But I felt like giving a shout out to the ones who dare. And do check out https://jrrogue.com/ for the prompts.