I stand in a lonely, lit corner,
Whilst my soul resides in my shadow,
Sheltered and soothed from the devouring crowd.
I mingle and socialise, always smiling sweetly.
But my soul cowers and shivers often.
For though I face the masses constantly,
My soul can peep beyond the masks
And see forked tongues licking their canines.
But my soul can also see them-
The rare ones who are like me,
Dressed in wolfskin to mingle and survive
While, occasionally, a tear betrays the eye.
I feel for them, I really do.
After all, they are choking like me
On silent screams of daily social agony.
They too are the odd ones out,
Seeking for a primordial world long gone
Where souls and bodies were never apart,
Where there were no falsities or pretence.
Because we were meant to be glorious,
Imperfect, flawed, and yet an untainted whole.
We were meant to be humane beings.
Yet, today all I see are daemons,
And I fear, that maybe very soon,
I shall look into the mirror and
Gaze into slit eyes, unlike mine,
And grin infernally, a permanent mask on.
That I might become a monster myself
And never find my odd soul again.

A/N
The photo is the #2 picture prompt of Contest 1 of the Apollo |Poetry Contest| and goes well with the poem as well!

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Love,
Kaushiki

GoddessRealms (: here is my entry.