Maybe living is just one of those things
I will never understand correctly.
How can I have a happy life
If everyone else is better off than me?
That is a question I cannot solve.
You have to understand.
When I see everyone else, I fade
Into the background and corner flaws
I had no idea existed until then.
I can hear them, how they think of me,
What I've done wrong.
I want them out of my head.
I want to live like them.
Why can't I?
What makes me different?
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
