Never whole, but made new.
It's a new kind of feeling.
How do I ever tell you, "I'm scared"?
I've been turned upside down.
Left.
Right.
Told I am wrong,
And not me.
But then who is?
In this crazy life we lead
I've grown up
Moved out
And carried on
Just to keep
I've grown up
Moved out
And carried on
Just to keep
Calm
Who I was
Is never coming back.
Just as
Tomorrow will be different
So will I.
So I ask then
Who, is... me?
1 comment:
Very good poem..!!
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