She looks at the world through mysterious eyes,
with nothing to do she sorts out the lies.
People saying they care asking what's going on?
but ignore her when something's actually wrong.
She searches for the truth and everything with is,
finally realizing she's very different.
With nowhere to go all she does is roam,
never really knowing where to call home.
She could never explain how she really felt,
with nothing to do she sits down to melt.
Not knowing how to express herself she always hides,
with nothing left to do she silently cries.
With no one around she lets feelings show,
With no one around she lets her true self go!
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True Self
PoetryA poem I wrote years ago. An assignment for English class. But it's one of my favorites
