I try and like people
I really do
I wonder if it is like this for you
Inside my smile is not heartfelt
To be frank
It’s an effort to stop the slime spilling out
Do they contact me to torture me?
To drive home the disparity
I feel that they do
No more interested than you
You’ll read a line, maybe two
Then wonder what else you will do
To fill the time between here and there
Join hands and we all pretend to care
Perhaps I see myself in you
Acting our part, hard to do
Yet we all must continue
Towards the star that bares our name
Up in skies ours yet to gain
My fellow souls are way up there
Beyond the reach of those that bare
Arms against our fellow man
For family’s blessed plan
I’m pleased some souls see me
Life bearable on this planet be
Without some souls getting through
I’d be at a loss
As I try to like people
I really do.
written by Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
This is about feeling as if I don’t fit in here on Earth…
Where else could I be??? Thankful to be here but wonder why I feel so displaced and suspect it is my mental health but often wonder if others feel the same.
All comments welcome.