Song to Myself

Wed, 01/29/2014 - 12:53 -- bhall

Hiding in a crowd

found and exposed by the harsh and simple-minded

viewed with digust and annoyance

called strange and crazy

by the judgemental, over-rated and complex

 

Wanting a better world

searching for the inspiring, colorful, beautiful and promising

viewed as harshm depreddes and creul

the plarce I call home

by some individuals can be mis-judged as hell

 

I am an undefined figure

unshaped, simple and scared

surviving but not  living

purposefully but empty minded

The place I call home why do I feel so alone

 

 

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