I'm a loner
Somebody hold my hand
I'm a loner
Somebody lend a shoulder
I want to feel
The way you feel
I want to look
The way you look
I need help
How do I be myself
I need help
How do I fix myself
I have two faces
Ones for me
I have two faces
Ones for you
I'm a loner
Somebody hold my hand
I'm a loner
Somebody lend a shoulder
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Author:
Silent Dreams (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Many describe space as mere nothingness. A black void that is endless. In that space of thought, we too, could also describe this as how we as humans feel too, nothingness. We are nothing and have no one. A black void which we travel alone and lonely. I wrote this when I too was in that mindset.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
You'll find a way through, I trust - or you have done so? or partly so?
If it was not such a serious theme, we might joke and say 'Oohh a bad-hair day then?!' (heehee).
😂
But yes positive all the way 🌹
Well written 🌹
Yeah, this is definitely a thing that happens. My old man used to call it "Being a chameleon." Thanks for the read.
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