I am everything but nothing so real
I'm a bit like him, a bit like her, but not like me
I want to be who I am, but I usually prefer not to be me
I'm grief-stricken to death
I want to live, though I'd like to die
I'm brave, but let me be paralyzed by my fear
I'm one with the world, but don't fit in here
I'm very tall, but incredibly small at the same time
I am strong and steadfast, yet so weak
I'm there and there, but not here
I like to talk, but I'd rather be quiet.
My head is so full, while I'm just empty
I love them all, but hate prevails
I'd love to be open, but the walls are too high
Do my own thing, but I can be influenced quickly
I know I'm smart, but most of the time I'm stupid
I have a talent for writing, though I can't
I want to believe them, but they're just lies.
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Plucky Thoughtfullness
PoetryIn the world we live in, thoughts get lost. Not because they want to disappear, but because we're too afraid to think them. Some are naughty, some forbidden, some simply unwanted. We don't want to think them. We can't. We don't have the time to. We'...
