The Strange In Me Poem by Poetry Puffs
The Strange In Me
In my deary eyes.
Is the image of someone
I barely know.
How comfortable should I be,
Or how I should tremble.
In my quiety ears.
Is the sound of persons.
Some familiar and
Some strange.
How balanced does this make me feel or
How confused it has placed me.
I belong to one man and woman.
Which they were given to be my caregiver.
Until I am old enough to be a caregiver.
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