The path winds up the hill
Twisting and turning
Like the thoughts in my mind
Hearing voices but not the words
Seeing shadows but not the person
Feel so far away
Trying to live
But inside, gone already
Tying to love
But forgotten how
Trying to be myself
But don’t know who I am
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Written May 10th, 2006
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- Who are you, really? by look for tomorrow.
450 points, ended March 17, 2008, 13 entries
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this is really good
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Oh I liked it very much indeed. Very universal poem. Sometimes it can be hard to figure out who you are as a person in a world that is so saturated by sardonic idiocy and senseless stereotypes. Just don't fall into a pattern because you see everyone else being enshrouded by apathy, people in masses tend to lean to the lowest form of intelligence. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you think for yourself. Find something that inspires you. You'll be alright. Yo check it
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