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Talk To Life - Talk Poetry


Name: Emin

About: I love listening to music, taking pictures, reading poems and prose and sometimes just writing down what I have in mind.
Telegram: @poetryaddicts

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I don't feel like I belong here.
I live like people are projects. I'd stay until they're okay, until they've got their feet on the ground. Once they do, I am inane, I can't find my place. I run. Loner.

I don't feel like I belong here.
I always have a hard time creating my space. Hard time adjusting to changes. I take longer in getting closure that I ruin what I have, what I get on the way. Which eventually end, and I would need to adjust again. People move me like I don't matter. Maybe I don't. Exhausting.

I don't feel like I belong here.
I've always wondered, who would actually feel like they've lost something if they lose me. What if I stop fighting, who'd fight for me. If I vanish, how long would you look, how long would you wait? Edgy.

I don't feel like I belong here.
I miss home. Yet I wonder would I know if I was, home. How would I know, how would I relate, to what would I relate. Safe. Happy. Settled. Free. Stable. There's no to have it all, so which one is it? Lost.

I don't feel like I belong here.
I've always hidden behind masks. Even when I was too young. Maybe it's a reflex, or maybe I got it from my mother. Nobody knows me. How would somebody care if they don't know? I hate that I write, but I can't write all I feel. I disgust on my spineless.
Coward.