Missing Link
I feel like a stranger on the outside looking in,
Never knowing what true friendship and family is.
I go with the flow day by day,
But I can't help but wonder, "Is this really okay?"
I wonder and I ponder,
As the days and nights grow longer.
My thoughts grow louder and louder,
While my feelings build like a great tower.
I long for acceptance and wish to feel safe,
Yet, I guess that will have to wait.
For all I can do now is sit and think,
About what can be the missing link.
SleepingCarnations
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Poems For The Broken
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