I hate it, not belonging,
having no true friends,
that behind your back,
someone is talking.
Being bullied,
being mocked,
not belonging,
being locked.
With a lock inside my heart,
I am slowly closing,
and I think of it as art,
that everyone has a key.
But why are they locking - me?
-Z.R.w
-24.3.2023
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Loner thoughts
PoetryHi, my names Red Life, I write poems. I wanted to make a book of all my poems about different things I felt and what went inside my head. If you relate to any of these. I know sorry doesn't do nothing. But I am. I am sorry.
