What do I look like in a room of others thinking, thinking out of this world?

No one even notices me, I past by and I get a glance if I'm lucky

I feel gold though,

I'm refreshed as if I'm a newer person for as only God knows why

I like how I typed in God and it automatically capitalized

Besides the point I don't think my body and soul is made for this environment,

So that means I'll be traveling where I belong with the help of God's guidence


I will have Him next to me with His power of making me stronger


I want to remain like this forever.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741