Look out the window, all I see is my reflection.
Seven billion people, and I have no connection.
I fell for the worlds beautiful deception.
I don't have a family, and I don't have a home.
There's no place for me, there's no place for me, because I'm forever alone.
Seven billion people, and somehow I'm alone.
One hundred ninety-five countries, yet I have no home.
Trillions of signs, billions of roads, but I still just don't know where I should go.
Plenty of memories, but they all seem so sad.
Plenty of people who are happy and glad.
So many truths, yet so many lies.
So much death, yet so much life.
So much pain, but I'll be alright.
The one thing I have is the hope that this pain will die.
Seven billion people, and somehow I'm alone.
One hundred ninety-five countries, yet I have no home.
Lots of good things, but none for me.
Maybe, just maybe I'm better off alone.
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WendyWarriors Poetry
Poetryok so these are just some poetry things i wrote simple there really isnt a specific type of poem these are just poems.
