i am different, and i love to remind myself
in theory, i should fit in with your world
but theories don't always ring true.
would i live on the other side of the glass at the cost of my identity?
i fear i already do.
how does one embrace uniqueness when all they can see is reminders of their words?
i don't fit in
and you love to remind me
YOU ARE READING
tranquility
Poetrythoughts and poems written by a quiet girl who knows nothing about poetry but has a lot to say
