Tuesday, 28 August 2018

A Poem That Does Not Rhyme

Sometimes you just want to cry without having anyone ask you what's wrong.
You just want to go into your room, lock the door, and cry.
But how can you when you're constantly in a crowded place?
A place filled with people who have no idea who you are.
A place filled with people who don't understand you.
A place where you call home.
A place where you have never been more alone.