to this i feel
to this i am
i sit to you
you look at me
or is it through
here i am
among all them
yet alone all the same
ive gathered friends
ive gathered things
yet in my heart ill never be the same
they can laugh
they can sing
they can be one-in-the-same
i can watch
i can breathe
but ill always be a diffrent thing
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Author:
Sugar Suicide (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Monochopsis - n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
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Comments1
I feel this so much.
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