Do you belong in the crowd?
Where the music is the loudest?
You got a finger pointing at me
but there's four more pointing back at you.
Is everyone on your side?
Is the grass really greener over there?
All your lonely victims are over here
in the corner watching you.
And I'm one of them.
All alone,
we will be dancing with ourselves.
In the corner,
you will see us talking to ourselves.
But at night,
in the mirror, we're looking at ourselves
and wondering why we're
letting you take us down.
Maybe someday we'll just stop and
get over ourselves.
The pain and heartbreak will fade
and we can enjoy ourselves.
But right now pain and heartbreak is
all we know,
so at night, we'll lie in bed
and cry to ourselves.
And we'll think about how
you once belonged to ourselves.

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Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.