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Mar 2019
I always have a feeling I don't fit
I am not an expert in social niceties
All my conversation comes out too forced
And all my reaction little too slow

I like the corner of the room
a place where no eyes will zoom
an invisible entity
with a hint of superiority

I am entitled to my thoughts
but not of anything else
I am so conceited self
when not kept in check

I am unique
no mirror yet found
so is everyone special
a no good excuse, please

I crib and cry
I live and lie
I have growing feeling of
abandonment
I want and I cannot

This continues for long
I really do not belong
the chances are that
there are no chances
I just want to skip it
altogether
Druzzayne Rika
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Druzzayne Rika  24/F/Living inside the poetry
(24/F/Living inside the poetry)   
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