Why am I so inconsistent?
One moment I hate being alone and the next I don't want to be agreed with.
I don't like isolation but I want to be the only one.
I want to be unique but I want someone to relate to me,
Even then when someone describes the EXACT thoughts I have I feel sad because I can't just be THAT person, there are other people like me.
Yet the next moment I feel like I could search around the world only so I could meet someone who's just like me and would understand it all.
But I would probably end up annoyed because I'm just a copy of someone else.
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Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?