Lonely me
Lonely me
I act weird sometimes
And feel ashamed of the fact that I screwed up
When I looked around
It seems like everyone is getting it right
But deep down in me
Feeling like being left in the woods with all wild and vivd creatures
Each describing how perfectly it's going to screw me up
Each chance I've been given
I yearn for another one
Because I know definitely I'm gonna screw it up
But when I'm ask to write a poem a day
I say I'm tired
But after some few seconds, I could run about 4billion mile of non stop thinking
Never knowing a day all this could end
Incase you meet God on the way
Say #Skylit problem is overbearing
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