I was born in this world
With a question mark on my head
Would I ever be happy?
Would I ever be in fate's good grace?
Constantly looking around,
Trying to find my place.
Sometimes I do wonder,
Is there an escape?
An escape from this dark cloud
That keeps on hovering over my head.
Tired of living in a shadow,
The shadow of a predetermined fate.
In this life or another,
I'll find my place.
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Voices In My Head
PoetryA collection of of raw poems. (I write what my characters feel.)
