I’m stuck in an unknown world
Like a story that is untold
Ever since the beginning
I have always kept this feeling
A feeling I do not understand
I can’t even see what’s at hand
All I know is I hate this feeling
Which I think has no ending
No one knows what’s within me
No one sees the real me
Because I, myself, am looking for answers
For questions stuck in my head
I do not know if I can still bear this
How much longer would this feeling exist
I wonder if someone will understand me
Because no one felt the presence of me
(NOTE: wrote this after my great-grandma died. It was around the year 2008)
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