Who am I?
Where is my home?
Why is it when i ask this
I feel all alone?
Its a big world
But theres not one place
Where i can lay my head
And uncover my face
This mask I wear
Is a continuous sign
That though I smile
Its all a lie
Who am i?
Where am i going?
Though i try to understand
I dont know what im doing
Im a little fish on land
Lungs with no air
Struggling to breath
I have become scared
But no one can know
I wont let them see
Theres many fish in the ocean
But none on land for me
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
PoetryI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
