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 THE REFLECTION OF A TORTURED SOUL

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Who am I


Who am I, who am I , who am I,
Insignificant, I don't exist,
Floating in society like a pungent mist.

Too pretty, too intelligent, too strong,
For having an opinion I am always wrong.

Cant go too deep with philosophical speak,
Those insecure label me weird or a freak.
Where do I fit, I hate this world,
Spinning, twisting, turning, its just obsurd.

What do you care as you stand and stare,
Weeping and sniffling,
With your superficial speech as you stand at my graveside.

Who am I, who am I, who am I,
Once an insignificant mist,
Is now a tear in your eye!


Written by Wendy Roberts

16/9/07

© WendyRoberts - all rights reserved.

(* 2 verses were taken out to make this poem age appropriate)







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