it hurts when people leave you out,
all of humanity has its way,
it's pushing you away,
i don't know what to say.
it's the isolation,
in which stops you from starting a conversation,
oh, i have been mistaken,
taken out of the box,
that's called population,
and i don't want to hurt,
oh, inside it burns,
but there's nothing i can do,
so i let it convert into depression.
it's taking me apart,
painting me as a new piece of art,
i know it by heart.
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"Somewhere I Don't Want To Be | Poetry
Poetry"Somewhere I Don't Want To Be" Poetry * * * Can Be read as a Stand-Alone (Aka single pringle) Just where I write poetry when I get into an argument with my parents-- thereof, somewhere I don't want to be. Or I'm just writing about my life or people...
