I'll never speak to you
But I'll forever try to
Over and over I pretend I made a difference
You won't notice but I'll say it anyway
Every single day I'll try
As if I really have the chance
Some days I want to risk it all
I think about getting a one way ticket
Never looking back
But I wouldn't make it, my confidence will crack
Maybe I don't belong where I desire to be
All that joy just isn't meant for me
Don't feel bad, it's not your fault I exist here
It's a little sad but I can't help that I was placed here
I'm slowly getting closer but that doesn't mean I'm gonna make it
I'm listing all the ways I don't believe I'll get there
"There's no such thing as a final destination"
I wonder if that's the case now
But I still think, if I ever made it, wow
Could I handle the certain confusion?
What if there's no such thing as "home"?
Maybe we've been mislead
Maybe no place is satisfying
And traveling the world is merely a game
These thoughts enter my head
Like a location might truly mean nothing
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Lyssa's Poem Book
PoetryJust me ranting about my feelings through poetry, because why not?