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I've stayed awake for your masses that pass us
And bask us in their never endings, masking us from our real, true feelings
Since i've had the time to find my mind, i've locked myself away from others
To see the weeks i'd find, seething under my covers
Silently plotting out my demise like a seed in the summer
My roots are dead and I'm a runner
Always gunning for something much harder than the other
Trying to lay it out like this could ever be real
I'm only an outcast because I say how I feel
No, you are the intensity that they could all live without
You are the reflection of all their self doubt
Lock yourself away and never come back out.
I'm a waste in life
I'm a waste in death
All I did was waste my breath.
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J.K.H
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Author:
SilentMew (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Feeling everything to the extent of feeling disconnected from the world and people around me.
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Comments2
You are expressing poor esteem, rejection and depression in an elegant lovely manner. If this poem reflects your true state I hope you reach out for help. Hugs.
Wonderfully witten and expressed
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