Where Are You? - Poem by Zubaida Boland
where's my entourage?
where's my crowd?
i really miss them now
that we're totally apart
moving from one person to another
makes me wonder
where's my true friend?
it feels like i'm changing masks
with everyone i meet
i hope this is a dream
i don't want it to be for real
so pinch me please
and wake me up
from this awful dream!
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