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Alone.
Blackest night falls hard
The ebony sky mocks me
Alone in the dark
Sleepy moon glows
Faint, tired, a small comfort
It doesn't mend me
Stars twinkle, laughing
Cruel, tauntingly together
Just leave me alone
Alone. Always. So?
No one cares, I shouldn't care
Right? Destined outsider.
So perfect grades, skills
Friends don't matter. Arent success.
Why bother with them?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
A chant goes up in my mind.
A whirlwind of whys
A whirlwind of cries
Stop! tears are weak, helpless, pains.
Only let the sky cry
Not for me, never me
For those who belong, matter
Not for me, never me
The sun may cry, gold
Golden tears of warmth, give life
Tears are not for me
The moon may cry, silver
Beams casting light, false comfort
Comfort to belongers
I may not cry, ever
Doesn't accomplish anything
Doesn't pave success
One day, I'll be glad
I didn't belong with reason
When I rise above
I'll make it then
Belongers won't
And then I'll belong
With people like me
Right? I'll belong. Someday.
Yes. I really hope so.
It can't be a
False promise under the moon
Whispered false comfort
I am not a lark
caged to sing, not a sparrow
To never fly free
Right?
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right, this is going to be anonymous. it's not about me, none of my poems ever are, but the tone feels stuck up and I'm not. but as an outsider, I can partially relate(tho as always, I don't understand my own writing). i feel alone, sometimes, but Im maybe making a friend and such.