I'm out-of-place.
They won't wait when I tie my lace
But I'm not mad
I'm not part of any squad
Sleep in a cold room,
No one invites to have lunch this noon.
But it's fine.
I can prepare my own dine.
On my way to canteen,
There are group of teens.
I miss my real friends,
Where I don't need to pretend.
I studied alone.
Music and phone.
Is the only thing I own.
They said it was a great town,
But I walk here and still feel down.
At first I'm in tears,
But I survived for a couple of years.
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Restless
PoetryIm a girl, who's having a hard time getting a good night sleep. I tried to write poem,made sketches and paintings. It's more like a journal/ diary to me. I really want to rest but I also enjoy being restless. Please comment for suggestions or correc...
