I am a dreamer who is independent.
I wonder if I will become more sociable.
I hear the chit-chatter of friends together.
I see people walking with smiles on their faces.
I want to be like them.
I am a dreamer who is independent.
I pretend to be happy when I'm not.
I feel miserable.
I touch my reflection in the mirror.
I worry that I won't change.
I cry because I never do.
I am a dreamer who is independent.
I understand life is hard.
I say it isn't.
I dream about a world where everybody has someone to rely on.
I try to make my dream reality.
I hope someone can.
I am a dreamer who is independent.
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Debris
Teen FictionThis is my life, blowing through an open window. Poems are how I express myself. and trust me I have plenty to express.