I am small, I am insignificant,
I am a pest.
The people laugh until
Their heads fall off as I
Lose my mind trying to find
The way out.
They kick me, shame me,
They do not care if i live or die,
Or maybe they do,
Though would rather see me
On the rails splashed out, cold and
quiet as a mouse.
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2 am poetry
Poetryscraps, free verses and little poems from my notes app that come to my mind on sleepless nights :)
