You yell
and I yell
and the noise crescendos
You talk
and I talk
but no one really knows
what the problem truly is
where the issue lies
and the only time we care is when
the other one of us cries
Why can't it be the way it was
when times were simpler
between us?
I once called you my friend,
loved you like a sister
Felt like I lost the girl I knew
couldn't help but miss her
And I wonder how it feels
to be together but alone.
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Puzzle Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of poems designed to say what I was too afraid to. They are the true, unedited musings of a Outcast..Loner..Weirdo..Psycho.. With these pieces finally together maybe people will see me as I truly am
