I am not here,
nor there,
not even a mere
everywhere.
I am one,
I am every person:
a son,
a daughter,
yet no one calls me.
I am blind
when I want to be;
I can see
when I do not,
whoever could
have thought?
And so I ask
to what am I?
Answer away,
I won't lie.
I'll say the answer even.
Alone.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoesiaPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
