Poetry and everything wrong

Lost-Page 14

I guess I could say I was always lost

I was lost at sea trying to find a way home

Or to find a new home

I just didn't want to admit that I was lost

So I would just pretend to know where I was going

To blend with everyone else

But now I realize that I am completely lost

I have zero idea where I'm going and where I am

And I will still stand tall and say that I know where I am, who I am, and where I'm going

But the truth is, is that I love being lost

I like to find out all my questions when I am lost

I guess that's why I am a poet

That is always lost

And that's why I write about the people of the lost

The people that everyone knows but they don't know

They are the people who fake everything

Smiles, laughs, cries, everything

Because they can't tell what feeling is real or who they actually are

I would call myself a shadow

Cause I will act like other people

People in my school

I will talk and dress exactly like them

But not every loss is like me