Not Really Here
I sit here and wonder where I fit in.
Do I belong anywhere is this world, this life?
So tired of all the pretence.
Does anyone believe this façade?
I don’t; Not for a second
The desire to run so strong; to flee
I can’t be here any more, though I’m not sure I am to begin with.
Maybe that’s it.
I’m an apparition, somebody else’s nightmare.
I’m willing them to wake up, wake up and set me free.
Copyright © Kat Crane | Year Posted 2009
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