January's come and gone,
I think its safe to say that things are better after so long,
February's love may not be real to me,
What I know to be true is that I have the answers to all my pleas,
I wanted the space and time to be myself,
To find some comfort in the absence of all else,
People come and go, they were born to forsake,
We cannot live our lives according to others' fate,
It is not possible for me to do so,
To live for anyone else, anymore,
I know not how to live amongst people for I can never be one of the crowd,
The word "different" describes me without a doubt,
I cannot go on only wishing,
It is time to move on and start working,
On my dreams, for a better life,
So as January bids us goodbye,
I revel in the thought of happier times
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
