Am I who I say I am?
Am I truly worth,
The happiness that others bring,
Do I belong on this earth?
When others are smiling,
I alone always cry.
Inside my mind I’m dying,
Lonely tears flooding my eyes.
Can I hide away the pain
That I always feel?
This curse will forever remain,
My Knowledge that death is real.
For I am an outcast,
Living on the edge of society,
Each night, I pray for everyone else...
But no-one wants to pray for me.
YOU ARE READING
Who am I?
PoetryWritten during a dark time, I guess. If you ever feel like you are an outcast, you are not the only one.
