it's the loneliest feeling in the world - to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down.
to have everybody look at you and say,"what's the matter with her?"
i know what it feels like.
walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps.
shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you.
and you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away.
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PoetryJust poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Pl...