Am I too much?
Am I not enough?
I see a lot of people everyday
I wonder, how are they?
Do they feel like they're not enough?
Or like they're just too much?
Can they trust someone?
Or do they just run?
Run away
Every day
Maybe they need to sleep
Have someone to keep
Need to take a break
They're never fully awake
Not really living in this place
Their head is somewhere in space
Living in their own fantasy
Asking themselves "Do I know me?"
No one really cares
No one is ever really there
I'm one of these
No one will see when I freeze
Freeze inside
Turn off the light
The light inside myself
No one will notice the new book in the shelf
The shelf of my mind
One day I hope to find
A place
Where my head doesn't have to be in space
Where I can rest
And they like me the best
When I am me
Completely.
So this is the first poem I've written. Let me know what you think in the comments :)
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PoetryHere are the poems I've written and sometimes little backstories about why I wrote them. Enjoy my art :)