I feel like an outcast,
In a world that leaves me aghast.
The more I try to fit,
The greater becomes my desire to quit.
I don't feel unique,
I feel there are others who freak
When life isn't promising,
And substantial is the suffering.
Oh, this vehement urge to run away
And scream that I am not okay.
I tried to seek love and comfort when I was broken,
In a world that offers none.
I am a wanderer who roams,
Tired of searching for homes.
All of this has made me weary,
My soul, dead and dreary.
For once, I want to be understood,
To find a place where I feel good.
To find someone that could last
And doesn't make me feel like an outcast.
YOU ARE READING
The Symphony of Silence | a collection of poems |
Poetry❛ I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say. ❜ expressing my emotions disguised as poems < / 3 i hope you don't relate to the sad ones (i rarely write happy poems)
