Misplacement
Is that what this is?
I feel separated
Scattered
Like I don’t belong
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Mother says I’m dramatic
Of course I am, I’m a poet
But this is different
This is how I feel
Plain and blatant
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A black sheep as they call it
“Threatened” with turning out like my uncle
Oh to be the bad example
The bar so low
The rotten one, as you’d come to know
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A tear drops from my eye
A “temper tantrum” as they say
Told as I quietly cry
Trying to keep emotions at bay
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Maybe I am the issue
The problem
The obstacle
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Someone get the ward on the line
I should be admitted
Maybe I should do some time
Get my hospital scrubs fitted
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Non-slip socks
Doors without locks
Always being watched
Mental health botched
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I belong here in these padded walls
The guilt sears
The voices call
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Past “love” like a charade
My needs weren’t high to make
Every move we made
Pushed me down into the lake
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A lake of late night tears
Water made of liquid fears
Fears that you’ll leave
Just like you did before
This time worse than you’ll believe
Cleaning up my heart like a chore
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Taking solace in a friend
Only to be left again
My best companion, now yours
Forgotten by both
Left alone once more
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Quiet
Drifting along
Unheard
Singing its song
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Why does it stay to the shadows?
Why come be in the light?
People fear it’s hollows
Creeping in the pale moon night
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People don’t understand it
Or they don’t even try
People reprimand it
But never bother ask why
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It’s tried before
To be heard, be seen
But time has failed it
Like a flag on the shore
Old
Tattered
Unclean
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The witching hour strikes
Once again it cries
Tears like acid
Burning rain from the skies
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It’s mind so abandoned
Like the darkest part of the woods
Only it knows what happened there
Or does it?
It would tell you if it could
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It can speak
Voice lost to time
Silence at it’s peak
Using the wind as its rhyme
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The wind carries stories
As the years howl by
Stories of time
Where this ghost didn’t cry
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This ghost was human once
A child happy as can be
But that was only once
Now it’s trapped in the trees
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It’s searched for hours
Now it’s been years
Never finding a way out
Never in the clear
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It’s trapped in this forest
The forest of the mind
I know this story well
For this ghost is none other than mine
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