I feel abused and used.
I feel disgraced and misplaced.
I feel sad and alone.
I feel numb and cold.
Nobody notices or maybe they just fail to care.
I'm lonely and always will be.
Or will I?
What about the other's' who feel this way
Who have been where I am.
What if two "lonely's" are each other's not alone.
What if two shattered things find each other,
and become whole.
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Maybe I'm Insane
PoetryMaybe I'm insane, but aren't we all a bit. Here's a look inside my crazy mind. My hopes, my fears, my problems all out there for you to see. It's not all pretty and it's not all nice, but it's the truth. I won't blame society for these things, becau...
