I'm outside of myself
Looking around at everyone else,
Looking at me.
My eyes are the city lights
And they see things, no one else sees
Like the fact that I am a ghost trying to feel something...anything
My body is here, looking for my mind and soul
But they are elsewhere, looking for my body
I would scream, but my voice is long gone
I would cry, but my tears disappeared
I'm lost and afraid and I need a connection to something
My eyes are the city lights
And when it rains my vision blurs, and I feel like I've found myself
When the rain clears, I'm back where I started.
Somebody find me!
This is the thought I always have, but people don't hear thoughts
Not even the most desperate ones
Yeah, my eyes are the city lights
And they surround this town, looking around at everyone
And I feel like a stranger, I'm gonna go mad
In this world where I don't belong
I want to rage, I want to go wild
Somebody help me
I don't know if I'm lost or found.
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The Art of Poetry
PoetrySo, these poems are basically just me trying to put my feelings, thought, and emotions onto paper. I hope that they somehow help someone, and I hope everyone that reads them enjoys! These are all my poems, my own words; I would love your critique a...
