I don’t know how to paint,
so you can have the brush.
Tell me; who am I again?
Your portrayal will say such.
I’ve spent my life in groups,
but I’ve never been enough.
Could you tell I was surprised
when you said that I’m too much?
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Author:
Peanut (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's hard for me to express my feelings outside of poetry, so I wrote this poem for a former friend of mine. I can't say many of my poems are written on positive emotions, but I promise I'll get around to posting something happier in the upcoming days. :)
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Comments3
Beautiful! A lovely write of under estimating oneself and surprise when acknowledged. A tender and beautiful write
Beautiful
That is a lovely write, don't worry that not all writes are happy, there your feelings and thoughts, that's the important part
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