I am not a perfect person,
And I don't try to be.
I am just another imprisoned soul,
That is longing to be set free.
I don't want to be in this place anymore,
I don't want to shed anymore tears.
I'm sick of always hiding inside of myself,
This has gone on for too many years.
I don't want to show my emotions,
Or to tell you how I feel.
I just want to know the difference,
Between what is fake and what is real.
I'm just another lost soul,
That is waiting to be found.
I'm just another liability,
That you don't want around.
I'm just falling through the air,
And I'm about to hit the ground.
But I don't expect anyone to catch me,
Because no one wants me around.
No one really cares about me,
They just ignore me everyday.
No one really cares enough,
To even ask me if I'm okay.
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these are some of the mysteries that lie in my head
the title pretty much sums it up...mostly poems ive heard or wrote...
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