The Black & White Poet
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So difficult it has been
For me to tell
How I feel…
How can I feel
Special, and held by love
Yet wonder
Why he loves?
(Especially since I am still obviously not myself
Even though I try so hard to just be me.)
Or how can I feel
So unconfident
During the wrong times
Yet beautiful
When solitude?
Who plays these horrible tricks on me?
Why can't I grasp what I long for?
What I spend so much working for?
Like a man who works hard for something,
Yet is unable to posses or enjoy it.
Why must I work so hard in the first place?
Not too many others have to.
And when I do,
Why can't I have what I've earned?
And the pains of being far away,
Pierce me worse.
~DaYnA e. 7/10+11/04
For me to tell
How I feel…
How can I feel
Special, and held by love
Yet wonder
Why he loves?
(Especially since I am still obviously not myself
Even though I try so hard to just be me.)
Or how can I feel
So unconfident
During the wrong times
Yet beautiful
When solitude?
Who plays these horrible tricks on me?
Why can't I grasp what I long for?
What I spend so much working for?
Like a man who works hard for something,
Yet is unable to posses or enjoy it.
Why must I work so hard in the first place?
Not too many others have to.
And when I do,
Why can't I have what I've earned?
And the pains of being far away,
Pierce me worse.
~DaYnA e. 7/10+11/04
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