The Lost One

12.23.15

 

Who I am,

 I forgot.

What I know,

I just thought.

Where I belong,

I have sought.

When I lie,

I get caught.

Why I live,

I know not.

How I feel--

a blind spot.

This poem is about: 
Me

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