The Earth is my friend
but she's not my mother.
Together we heal and work to mend.
I don't recognize the features of these
people,
the way they think and react,
their need to destroy to create.
I'm not above,
I'm simply seperate.
A marble among a puzzle.
I stare at the stars
and sincerely feel
I was never meant to be here.
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
The Earth is my friend
but she's not my mother.
Together we heal and work to mend.
I don't recognize the features of these
people,
the way they think and react,
their need to destroy to create.
I'm not above,
I'm simply seperate.
A marble among a puzzle.
I stare at the stars
and sincerely feel
I was never meant to be here.
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