Why do I feel so out of place?
As if I'm stuck in outer space
Transparent, invisible
Feeling miserable
Everything is falling apart
The only comfort I find is in art
The only time the transparency ends
And I have the chance to begin again
Its the only time I'm back on Earth
And I feel of some sense of worth
In the midst of the lies
And the remnants of teary eyes
Throughout the waves of fright
Throughout the sleepless nights
Art is the only escape
The only way to get away from this place
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.
