It's true what they say,
Yeah, I've lost myself.
Was it because I wanted to be lost?
No.
Because I've wanted to lose myself?
No.
Yeah, I need my attention
And also understandment.
But why is it so hard to accept my fails and perfections when someone's in the room?
I can do it on my own,
by myself.
Life is a circle I've tried to avoid,
but the more I avoid it,
the easier the ball comes back around.
Forever is only a matter of time for one of us,
but who's to say we don't have more than one life?
Why do we always have to remember the bad stuff first,
then whatever else happened to us?
Are things easier that way?
I'm just waiting for things to set themselves out,
so I can find myself in life.
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Free Spirit Poetry
ŞiirIt's random free written poetry that I had lying around in my house and decided to post it up. Tell me what you think about it PLEASE!!! I have quite a bit of it by the way.
