These Words
These words I write
Are the only ones that feel right
Living in a world of wrong
These poems are my songs
The songs of struggling to find a way
To get through each and every day
These poems are a way to change
Even when I feel estranged
From the world in which I dwell
That sometimes feels like a living hell
These words are my saving grace
For when I feel out of place
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