A poem

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Am I too much?

Am I not enough?

I see a lot of people everyday

I wonder, how are they?

Do they feel like they're not enough?

Or like they're just too much?

Can they trust someone?

Or do they just run?

Run away

Every day

Maybe they need to sleep

Have someone to keep

Need to take a break

They're never fully awake

Not really living in this place

Their head is somewhere in space

Living in their own fantasy

Asking themselves "Do I know me?"

No one really cares

No one is ever really there

I'm one of these

No one will see when I freeze

Freeze inside

Turn off the light

The light inside myself

No one will notice the new book in the shelf

The shelf of my mind

One day I hope to find

A place

Where my head doesn't have to be in space

Where I can rest

And they like me the best

When I am me

Completely.


So this is the first poem I've written. Let me know what you think in the comments :)

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