May 2015
Good, but...
Never good enough.
Out of place,
out of sync-
without rhyme;
and the truth
I've heard
many times:
I
should
not
exist.
Never good enough.
Out of place,
out of sync-
without rhyme;
and the truth
I've heard
many times:
I
should
not
exist.
But then, I've always known I don't belong, nor should I have an expectation to. Forever outside- to dwell in nothingness.
