A poetry collection about feeling misplaced.


3. Morning

Look at the time, I have to go,

One last look, cause I need to know,

Do i look like I care, about the curl of my hair?

Cause if no, don't I care enough?

And if yes, will I ever stop?

Fake, Fake, Fake,

This is just another day,

Where I have to get up, And I have to be,

Whatever is desired of me,

Strutting and smiling,

Yet shrieking and crying,

I didn't chose to be different, I simply was,

And I fear that I'll never be enough.

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