I don't know what this feeling is,
I feel weird, lonely, and confused.
I would be happy,
But then I hiss.
The world still spins while I'm fighting evilness.
I wish I was safe and sound in my bed.
But I'm not in bed.
Instead, I'm pushed out
With not a clue on what to do.
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An old poem I wrote...
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoesíaFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
