These words that flow from my finger tips
Come from a place I try to forget
Called loneleness
These words they ceate a comfort to me
Expessing the person I wish to be
In a world of my own
Where love and happiness suround me
Not in this I was born to be
Someday the Lord will set me free
I awit that day
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Strong message with simplicty in choice of words. You managed to bring out cutting emotions in this short poem which leaves the reader with lingering reflections.10++++++