I understand, don’t I?:
I change my mind over and over, just to think maybe that’s the reason I’m still alone.
Plans built up just to be bought back down again, and my wall comes down just to go back up again. Time and time again I keep wondering, if I had done something different, maybe things would’ve changed.
But i understand, don’t I? I understand that I’m alone, I understand that people don’t like me. I understand, don’t I?
Maybe, just maybe I don’t. I don’t understand what’s wrong with me, if there is anything wrong. I don’t understand why I’m so alone.
Maybe I just don’t understand.
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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- Published: July 8th, 2025 11:49
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Comments4
A poem of confusion as to blame, the game, how to be, how to see. A poem of loneliness and sadness. Questions unanswered raw and painful
Thank you. Also. When I save up some money, I’m hopefully releasing a poetry book!!
A sad write of the effects and sadness of being alone, and the hundred questions you ask yourself repeatedly trying to understand why this is happening, nicely expressed and written
Thank you.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
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Oh Georgia…this one hit that quiet ache so many know but rarely name. 😔 That looping, reaching voice—trying to make peace with pain while still questioning it—it’s raw and real. You captured that tension between “I get it” and “I don’t, not really” so well. Thank you for your honesty here. 🌹👏 A fave!
Thank you 🙂
You are most welcome, my friend!
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