I walk out from the fitting room,
I wore the same exact clothes,
I walk down with the same exact faces,
Smiling and anxious on what will happen,
I head to the field,
And trillions spectating,
I felt different,
As i feel like i'm not into that game.
I ran like hell,
But the other side tackles me away,
I fall and bruise,
I grabbed upwards and continued running,
I wasn't like i was,
The chant i spoke everyday,
I didn't felt the energy i had the days before.
People throwing garbage and trash,
Thinking i'm nothing but alike,
The people i once cared,
Look back and smirked as they ran by,
I've had changes,
I'm not into what i used to,
I wanted change,
But still i'm stucked to my old groove.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
POETRY
ŞiirVarious of poems crafted by me and other poets with me for various of occasion. Sometimes we don't know how to express, "let my words become your sentences to express those thoughts"
