I like to think I'm special
I'm the main character of my story
I've got issues
Yet I've got a good life
Friends and enemies and family
I like to think about myself
I like to think that I think about things that no one ever thinks about
I like to think that I notice things other people don't notice
I like to think that I'm the only person who really matters
I like to think that I'm different
But I'm not really
But each person has their own story
Everyone has their own issues
Their own problems
We just like to ignore the others
YOU ARE READING
Of Humans and Kings
Poetry"With her firestorm eyes and her watery soul It dripped away in pieces, no longer whole" A collection.
