I'm not like other people. You might say we're all different. But do you know that feeling, where you feel like you're invisible and alone, and can't seem to make things different? This is my interpretation.
Trapped in my island of isolation
So bound yet so free
Seeing, hearing, but never touching
I float through everything
Too many like me, yet too many unlike me
Under pressure and stressed, I lash out
Too soon, it comes back and stings me
My pride has been injured,
My spirit, wounded
But as I touch nothing, nothing touches me
Persevere I shall
To become more than what I am
And be more than what I become
Seeking my destiny
And the light within me
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100 Peices of Me
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
