Always hanging onto a silver thread,
Wondering when it will break.
Always walking and looking behind me,
Wondering when the 'loved ones' will catch up.
Always making mistakes,
Wondering when will I learn from them.
Always reading cliches,
Wondering what are they complaining about.
Always packing my bags,
Wondering when will I finally settle in.
Always complaining,
Wondering when will I learn to appreciate.
Always crying,
Wondering when will I learn to smile.
Always writing poems such as these,
Wondering what have I learnt this time?
This will be just another poem,
Today will be just another day.
I will be just another person.
Question is whether being just another one of something counts as a problem.
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My Painful Plea
PoetryI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
