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I don't know how to think or feel, how to simply be.

Love and laughter seemed to spread amongst others- not me.

Why is it so hard to be a simple human being?

Did something go amiss, is something wrong with me?

I just want to be loved and live a happy life.

But I can't, I don't feel those things, I'd be a terrible wife.

At least this is what others say, what I've come to know.

I think instead of trying I'll just go.

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