Sometimes
Sometimes I like to sit and think.
Sometimes I like to run around
But never quite lifting my feet,
Off the ground.
Sometimes I like to cry.
Even though they say it makes me look weak.
But my fear of this has reached its peak.
Sometimes I feel so powerless.
So lonely.
It feels as if Im my one and only.

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Our Own Little Broken Lullaby. (Book One Of The Chloe Murray Series)
PoezjaThis is a book of poetry, previously titled "Frustratio Frustrationis"! :)