I'm looking down at a well,
My image is so blurred.
It's raining, raining so hard.
The image I see and what you see,
They are not the same.
Who is to blame?
You keep telling me,
That I can do better, better.
How late is later?
That there is much more to me.
You say, deep down I am strong.
I think you are wrong.
What is the truth?
I really want to be you.
See things from your view.
Right now, I am not enough.
I want to hurry it up.
Future Me, where are you now?
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Strands of Time
PoetryA collection of feelings, hurts, experiences and lessons learnt, felt and lived. A road woven in time for 9 years and continuing. Information for Readers: You'll notice in the titles, the poems run from "Class 7 to Class 15", I started writing from...
