Today I wandering around in my pasture again.
I walked to the pasture at the right, there were another 100 new sheep.
But I still had the same question I've had since the day I came here
Why isn't anyone in my pasture with me?
Everyday is the same
They have me lift all the heavy stuff and work me till I'm dry
And I'm still alone
Why can't we share my pasture?
Do I look different?
Smell different?
What is it?
Why can't I break down my walls?
I saw a bull with the most eccentric eyes today.
I was walking over to his pasture when a human called me over to continue my routine.
... So I had to leave
I was carrying out the food, but instead of going to the big red house
I went to the pasture to the right
It was amazing
Everyone saw me
Everyone loved me
I wasn't even in the middle of talking to the bull with the eccentric eyes, but I had to leave
Can't I stay? What have I done wrong?
Another lonely day
I go to sleep
...A girl walks into class
She has a strong stature
She is focused
But she isn't able to talk to the kids around her
She is in her own pasture
Her teachers, her parents, and her conscience wants her to do well
And it's a lonely path
She has her own bull with eccentric eyes
And only a few times she was able to get on the other side of the pasture
... As time passed cows were welcomed into her pasture
Ones who did a lot of work
Ones who she could talk to and get attached to
Ones who understood her
And she finally understood
..."I'm not alone anymore"
*Hello I'm Autumn, and this is my first time writing anything! Please tell me if you found this comforting or interesting, I'm very nervous. Thank you I'll work hard!(｡-_-｡)
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my heart...
PoetryDo you like anyone? Are you like me? Am I alone? Or do I just have my own sea to swim in...? *btw these are all original by me. So no using my work please (unless I give you permission).
