"what could I be Worth?"
I repeat and ask myself several times
Just to make sure at the end of a sentence,
I wish for something I don't have
Somewhere, at times, detachment sets in a part of my mind
when I feel peace with solitude and comfort as I muffle myself inside a blanket
Entirely, I would be lying if I only said that.
I've had to hold my head up high
Even, as I reached for a tear that stained my white bed sheets
I've been in places to remincise and to grief
All the scenery, hold a magnificent beauty
A sign of youth, a billboard of beauty
I feel out of place, with peace or without
It feels weird knowing how you're faced
with likes and dislikes that might sometimes be preferable or the opposite
How what you once liked,
would only be a once,
another talk to share with one of your owns