I thought I was so ready for it
But even the thought of it
Has tears streaming down my face
I was so ready for a different race
Things are so unlike they used to be
I thought I would finally be free
I wanted to break away
From all the old and boring ways
Now that I actually have gone
I feel like I'm all alone
At times I just think that I'm unique
But at others, I know that I am weak
They don't know
And now that I'm alone
I break ...
I break into so many pieces
I'm afraid I will never be put back together
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My Poem Journal
PoetryI like to just sit and write poems sometimes. So I just decided I'd put them in a book and see what people think and say about them. Positive or negative comments both help.