Feeling like a fragile leaf,
this world keeps turning, there's no relief!
Whispers and glares,
swirl in the air.
Why can't I just be me?
It's only the outside that people see.
Everyday tossing and turning,
calling out, hopelessly yearning.
For someone who understands,
someone who will lend me their helping hands.
Am I meant to travel this world alone?
Just a lonely girl, upon her throne.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
