DifferentA Poem by DakDo my peers
scream at the top of their lungs in frustration?
Does anyone else
breakdown and relapse to a comatose state?
Who else stays
in on a Friday night, only to suffer from anxiety due to the minuscule feeling
that the vast universe infects?
Am I the only
one who panics about the feasible idea of complacency?
Do I have anyone
to relate to?
Maybe I’m alone
so often, because nobody understands what I’m talking about.
If you need me
I’ll be in my room… knock first. © 2015 DakReviews
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