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Kayleigh Prouty Poem
The sun is bright, warm
but there is still something solemn
in me
Something sharp, ridged, searing
I walk along busy streets, smiling faces
but there is still something aching
in me
Anger bubbles in my chest at the love that blossoms between the strangers
There is no love
in me
I am full of hot fire, of freezing water
Flame and ice collide
in me
My face is drawn with sorrowful shadows
I have the trot of a three-legged dog
I am not eager for anything
I wish there was life left
in me
Copyright © kayleigh prouty | Year Posted 2025
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Kayleigh Prouty Poem
i think that even if i were to change,
nothing else would
i think there will always be something
wrong with me
no matter how normal i look
why should anyone recognize me anyway? my bright pink hair
doesn’t make me less dull
i try to ignore the laughs, the stares, the outward thoughts of people thinking,
“what a weird *!”
i really cannot blame them;
i think the same thing
do these people really not care what anyone thinks of them?
perhaps i am strange in the way that my brain allows me to
still think with individuality
i want to go home where everyone tells me they hate my stupid hair instead of
just staring at me until i figure it out
Copyright © kayleigh prouty | Year Posted 2025
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