Every day's a little better.
Or so I tell myself.
I'm still alone, but that's okay.
At least, that's what I say.
I'm still trapped in a maze of tunnels,
Searching for the light
That will tell me
It's all over
And everything will be alright.
I try my best
But this maze seems
Endless.
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Insignificant - A collection of poems
PoetryA collection of thoughts, written by a pessimistic, socially anxious mess of a teenager.
