I looked at the window, and wished I was more
I'm in the middle of strangers, and felt so suffocated to entertain the endeavor
that I can be who I hope to be
A star to fetch, but I was just a mere sea
I can't be the best, and I hope it was okay
But in this world I'm living in
no one would check, such as hey?
cause if you're not on the top, who would wish for your presence to pop?
I'm drowning in the night sky
It feels like as dark as it is,
that I can't embrace myself, or abide by
And now my skin feels cold, and I'm aching for myself to hold
I don't understand, why I check for such warmth
When my tears of not being enough is already a swarm
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
