Alone is a hard thing to be
Alone and lonley
Sometimes, when I lose myself,
I find the place, for those with health
In their mind and in their heart
And I know I don't belong
To the crowd who knows their place
Who know the feeling of belonging
To a certain kind of face
An image they put on each day
Their very own personal way to be
I have no self, I have no face
I am many people, many things
I have no me, and too many
I don't know my personality
I only know i am alone
The only one I truly own
Lonley, and alone
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PoetrySo I write poetry. These are bored poems, random poems, depressed poems. But my brother tells me they're good, so I'm sharing them on his advice...
