Title: Life
by Josh from Norfolk | in writing, poetry
When life looks down,
And seems really glum,
I just look at myself and say,
What have I done?
I look in the mirror,
And say to myself,
Just who am I?
There's a fly on the wall,
I ignore it,
And it makes me wonder,
Is that what people do to me?
And, if I am ignored,
What do people say about me behind my back?
I sometimes think I worry too much,
But then I think,
What if I don't?
And what I think is true?
Do people like me?
Or dislike me?
Do they adore me?
Or abhor me?
Am I appreciated?
Or depreciated?
What is life to a simple boy like me?
One word:
-*-confusing-*-
I was feeling like my friends didn't actually like me. I felt alone. I wanted others to know how I felt, so I wrote this.
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