Everyone is different,
But I can't help but feel they are all the same,
Same size,
Same long hair,
Same gorgeous smile,
They think they've got it tough,
And they do,
But I'm not the same,
I'm a different kind of different,
And they don't understand,
Just how different I am,
How much worse it is,
To be forced to deal.
All.
Alone.
The reality is,
That I'm always going to be.
Alone.
Alone with myself.
Alone with my conscious.
And the most dangerous of all,
Alone with my thoughts.
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Feelings
PoetryJust a collection of poems, maybe a few short stories, and a couple rants...