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Why does no one understand me?
Am I speaking in tongues?
Do I have my own foreign language that no one knows?
I'm not that different from the world.
I'm not that different, strange, or weird.
But no one gets me,
No one sees.
No one understands me.
No One Understands Me™  By Nadia DeLevea
he can't sleep at night
the phantoms ever appear
which haunt his slumber
you're living on top of
the limelight, because I
doubt it's possible for you
to live under it


I'm banging my knees
on my desk every time
I stand up.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

another on acceptance.
blue bikes and bongos on a teal trap
ponderers pass through so quick
technically tech tonic plates react
as secrets shall swallow all wit
beautiful burdens trickle
between holes in my prance
blushing at my cinnamon pancakes

© 2015 Kate Volk

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