the feelings of a loner
no one seems free.
yet many maybe be gloom,
while others may feel like me.
i walked in watching everybody,
they seemed filled with persistence.
everybody? somebody? anybody?
i think i deserve some acknowledgement of my existence...
it feels a little weird,
as though i would never fit in.
a little loudly my throat i cleared,
who am i kidding? i belong in the bin.
"at least pretend i exist",
i plea from the bottom of my heart.
but alas fairies don't exist,
to deliver my wishes in a cart ......
Poetry by alexandrine
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Written on 2011-10-02 at 18:24
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acknowledgement of my existence
a busy crowded room,no one seems free.
yet many maybe be gloom,
while others may feel like me.
i walked in watching everybody,
they seemed filled with persistence.
everybody? somebody? anybody?
i think i deserve some acknowledgement of my existence...
it feels a little weird,
as though i would never fit in.
a little loudly my throat i cleared,
who am i kidding? i belong in the bin.
"at least pretend i exist",
i plea from the bottom of my heart.
but alas fairies don't exist,
to deliver my wishes in a cart ......
Poetry by alexandrine
Read 384 times
Written on 2011-10-02 at 18:24
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