Insanity
It might be the night
The long day
The frustrations of getting nowhere
One doesn't seem to fit
The rest of the world around me
Non-chalance is merely the mask to face it
While seeking out for that world in one's dreams
Yet the same time
The individualism strikes
The need to stand out uniquely comes out bright
Sticking out becomes a form of self-expression
The world, it is not mine
Could try to mould it
Till it fits my model
And the pain is that one could only do so much
But so insignificantly little
2 comments:
nothing is insignifant. however small a piece of jigsaw puzzle, is a significant piece to the whole tapestry. this part of your journey is going to strengthen you. make it your friend. you will emerge stronger.
SA and misti: Thanks for watching over me.
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