Little Fish, Little Things

Pressed against the window
Like a fish inside the glass.
Swim 'round and 'round in circles,
But whether slow or fast
It doesn't really matter,
Because you aren't going anywhere
In particular, confined in a transparent box.
Oh, sure. You can float from one side to the other,
Travel up, or sink down.
You're getting worse, You're getting better
But you still can't make a sound.
Haunting eyes, they stare intently,
And they observe your every move;
Entertained as you blow bubbles;
Bored when you ignore your food.
"Look at this fish here!" Someone says,
"Its big and bright and beautiful!"
But when they look at you,
The ecstasy in their voice is gone.
"This fish is plain and skinny,
And we never see it eat.
Clearly, this one's worthless.
I'm sure there's something wrong with it."
And all the tricks you do,
you could practically sprout wings,
And it wouldn't matter, because their minds
Have already been made up.
And there is no way you can convince them
That you're special and you're worth it,
Because of those stupid, little things.

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This would be an example of my primary writing style. Though not all my poems are this long per se, the rhyme and meter are definitely my norm. Irregular, though usually rhyming, and a sort of natural flowing, though not regulated meter. I have met a few writers with a similar poetry-writing style. One of them has become a good friend of mine, and I hope to showcase his poetry sometime soon. If you write similarly, or you write totally different, send in a poem which exhibits your usual style, and maybe share what you think is special, or unique about it! I'd love to showcase some other people's works some time. Good luck writing, lovelies.