Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

May 13, 2007

I Wish

by Ami

I don’t understand, why all this is happening
I don’t understand why I feel this way again.
I can’t stand it and I need to get out,
but I have nowhere to go.
I’m stuck here in this unreal town,
and these unreal people.
I hate always feeling like I don’t belong.
I hate that I can’t just be happy,
I hate that people don’t understand me,
I hate that I don’t understand me.
I hate that I let my friends control my life
and yet I feel I need them so much.
I have secluded myself
into this world that I can no longer stand,
but I have no choice but to stay
until it all comes crashing down,
at least then I will be happy!
Maybe someday my life will be my own again.

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