When you take the road less traveled by,
It makes others wonder how and why.
The brain’s wired on a different frequency,
Doesn’t match with anyone’s energy.
So, when in groups other people you see,
You wonder, Why can’t I with them be?
However sharp one is
To pour your heart, none there is
Singled out, one often gets,
Oh, how sad it sometimes gets.
But that’s the price one has to pay,
When on their path they choose to stay.
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Melencholia
PoetryAbruptly, a pull stirs within, peeling back every layer to reveal the raw terrain of your emotions. Memories surge-echoes of what once dominated, now striking with familiar intensity. Years of unspoken weight break free, pouring forth a torrent of m...
