I dont feel as if I belong.
Cliche, I know.
Who does feel as if they belong anywhere in this world? Especially someone as a teenager.
But, its true and its cliche because theres something wrong with us and the way we conduct ourselves. I dont feel like I belong with my best friends or my family or my own home let alone my skin. Its my fault. Not theirs. I acknowledge all responsibility for the hand I have played in my own anguish. My constant, persistent anguish.
Perhaps thats the first step to something serene; accepting I played a hand at my own pain.
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My Boring Escapades.
Poetry"Breaking free from the thoughts of others." Not alot makes sense in this book. Its not supposed too. They most definitely might be terrible, its just my way of keeping track of things I write no matter how terrible. These are unedited, theyre only...
