I am . . . Lost

I am Lost

A roaming soul left among the trees

A sapling learning to grow on its own

This is fine though 

I appreciate the silence left only for me

I find comfort in the thought of loneliness 

darkness

Parts of me that are different

I may not like them

But I must live with them, so I do

The parts that makes people scary 

The part that makes me worry

These are me

I am me

Yet, I am Lost

This poem is about: 
Me

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