The Corner
I sit in the corner and watch the world,
Confused by what I see,
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me.
I hide my eyes, too scared to look.
This corner, I never leave.
Safe and sound as the world goes by,
Not knowing what to believe.
From here I can't see a future.
I keep living my life in the past.
I try to move on, but my fears hold tight.
Haunted by the shadows they cast.
Crippled, I sit, day after day.
The whispers will keep me in place.
Not strong enough to stand on my own,
Too scared of what I will face.
I sit in the corner and watch the world,
Confused by what I see,
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me.
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Tiny Pieces of Soul
PoetryThe words I write are best defined As tiny pieces of soul Trapped within my troubled mind An ache I can't console This is a simply collection of poems that bare my heart and mind and soul.
