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Tue, 06/12/2018 - 04:13 -- B.M.E

Its hard to get attached to people,

As I grew up in different countries,

the only meaningful people was my family,

It only took the special ones to get my attention,

I dont pay attention to this world,

I live in my mind,

A state that I found peace from bullies,

A state that I was not judged ,

A state where its full of love ,

A state where I dont live to peoples expectactions,

A state that never hurt me, 

A state that distrcted me from pain

And most importantly 

A state I find comfort and love for myself.

I was always different from a young age,

so immediately I was rejected by the society 

or I rejected the society?

so getting attached was weird for me

It still is,

People try to talk to me,

I did not understand why,

Some were nice 

but most of them dont recognize me

So I find it difficult to get attached to people,'

It takes a special kind to get my attention

A special kind with the same mindset 

or that takes me out of my mind

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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