A Different Story

Dear friends,

 

I believe in love, I believe in might

but I'm beginning to lose my sight

of everyone around me, everyone near,

everyone who might be close to hear

that I'm losing myself, losing me

and not once have I been able to see.

 

My life is a different story, a different memory

and I feel as if I belong in a different century

that has what I feel, what I need

and not just something that brings me greed

but instead brings me happiness

unlike this feeling of unhappiness.

 

I thought I belonged in this world

but this world has whirled

and created something different

in this world of indifference

and made me push to leave,

made me push to grieve.

 

So whoever reads this, know me

know what I say and what I see

and just know that this world 

is not where I belong, but the dreamworld

is where its time for me to be

So goodbye and say hi for me. 

 

Sincerely your child born in the wrong world, 

Jade

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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