I'm taken for granted;
A memory that's forgotten.
I'm not treasured the way I'm supposed to be,
Maybe I just walked in the wrong territory.
I feel like a pebble,
Among these smooth seashells.
Rolling with the wrong clique;
Their words are like the a breath from the arctic.
I feel so misplaced, and so out of place.
No matter how hard I try, I just never match their face.
Like a diamond trying to fit in with broken glass,
I'm just not cut out for their low class.
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Drops of Poetry
PoesiDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
