Malayzia

Misfit

Who am I ? I ask myself, but can’t seem to find an answer... I guess I’m happy to be alive, but truthfully... I’m not happy all the time. I’m well and breathing, but am I wrong for not knowing the reason ?
I feel as if I’m a burden to some, my mind races, can’t stay put like a fugitive, all it knows is to run... I can’t fight the feeling of emotions, I trust my tree so I inhale it until I’m numb.
I want nothing more but to feel free in my own skin, shine bright and just be me. But something’s missing... I sob and watch the tears hit my feet, as I walk, I figure this is what you call being lonely.
Who am I ? I ask myself, but can’t seem to find an answer... I guess I’m happy to be alive, but truthfully... I’m not happy all the time. I’m well and breathing, but am I wrong for not knowing the reason ?
Tell me, does this make sense ? Why can’t I leave the hurt in the past tense ? Why do I feel like I can’t do more than an entrepreneur marrying an activist ... Who am I ? Where do I belong ? I’m a misfit who can’t find a tune to make a beautiful song. 
Who am I ? I ask myself, but can’t seem to find an answer... I guess I’m happy to be alive, but truthfully... I’m not happy all the time. I’m well and breathing, but am I wrong for not knowing the reason ?

  • Author: Malayzia Evans (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2018 21:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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