Wow

It feels weird.

Standing along the walls.

Watching everyone have to go through it all.

All the suffering and self exploration.

I'm glad, a few years ago, i gave myself that explotation.

I feel more powerful, within myself, not over others that are feeling guilt.

I feel like i'm the only one chilling, 

I feel like i'm the only one planting colorful flowers in this gray world.

This past year was weird. 

Having to stand along the sidelines and watch everyone try to learn whats best for them.

All i could do is sit and wait, until someone wants help on that day.

I wonder how people would be if they thought my way.

All i can do is pray.

I don't know man, i just wish this past year wasn't that way. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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