I am the forgotten Lego piece
The lost jigsaw
The pain when you stub your toe
The child waiting to go home
I am alone and happy
Because there is no one to please
No one to judge
I am free
I am a wayfairing stranger
The naive traveller
I am an introvert
A luddite
Born in the wrong era
I am the dreams gone silent
The unnoticed tear
Falling in the pouring rain
I am the soft breeze
On a cold foggy evening
I am the regret of dreams come true
The possession of what I think I want
Trapped in the be all and end all of needs
The uncontrollable urge
To do something I shouldn't
I am the undiagnosed
Just under the overflow of crazy
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
I am the forgotten Lego piece
The lost jigsaw
The pain when you stub your toe
The child waiting to go home
I am alone and happy
Because there is no one to please
No one to judge
I am free
I am a wayfairing stranger
The naive traveller
I am an introvert
A luddite
Born in the wrong era
I am the dreams gone silent
The unnoticed tear
Falling in the pouring rain
I am the soft breeze
On a cold foggy evening
I am the regret of dreams come true
The possession of what I think I want
Trapped in the be all and end all of needs
The uncontrollable urge
To do something I shouldn't
I am the undiagnosed
Just under the overflow of crazy
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