Do you know what it's like to be me?
With my ups and downs and lows and highs?
With my round belly and fat, chubby thighs?
Do you know what it's like to not know who you are?
To be home alone, with nobody there?
To not have a friend, or a family who cares?
Do you know what it's like to fall in love?
To be hopelessly devoted?
but not even noted.
Do you know what it's like to be me?
A bird without wings,
A tree without leaves,
A field without grass,
An empty riverbed.
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Sadly, we all have troubles waiting for us around the corner. I don't know anyone who has ever escaped this most human of problems. It cannot last though. Nicely written poem.