Who knows...

Who knows...

A Poem by Disturbed mind

Since little, people always called me strange...
Asking why i'm like that, always tried to change me.
But who knows if i don't born to make difference...
Who knows the true meaning of my existence.
I've alot people around me...
But i always felt this empty inside me.
That feeling who tells me to look...
The same feeling who tells me to ask.
They don't know that in my mind i'm free...
They don't know that in my mind i just swing my wing and fly.
And i go to everywhere...
And i stay in nowhere.

© 2009 Disturbed mind


Author's Note

Disturbed mind
I'm new here so...yea...i'm kinda lost...

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Everyone is strange in their own way. I'm called weird every single day and I am, and proud! I also believe that there is no meaning to existence. I think we are here to just simply be.

Krys

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i dont think there is any meaning of existence - nice poem

Posted 15 Years Ago


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AnA
nice poem, i guess we all feel lost somethimes wondering of the meaning of our existence...

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really related to this piece. Thanks for sharing, t.

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