Am I?
I lay down on my bed,
looking at my room's ceiling
and wondering where I am?
Is this the place where I belong?
I feel so outcast.
Am I really a part of the family?
Am I even a friend to someone?
Maybe I'm totally a stranger to them.
I want someone to hear me,
to listen to my crying soul.
I wonder who I am?
Why am I even born?
I'm looking for myself,
searching everywhere I go.
I know she's here with me.
But where? Am I lost... again?
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Thoughts, Feelings, and Experiences
詩歌Poems are written because of experiences and imaginations where knowledge and feelings unites. When it hurts, it hurts but it's all right. Feel the pain and let poetry speak for it. 📌Poems can be triggering for some.
