Who knows...

Since little, people always called me strange...
Asking why i'm like that, always tried to change me.
But who knows if i don't born to make difference...
Who knows the true meaning of my existence.
I've alot people around me...
But i always felt this empty inside me.
That feeling who tells me to look...
The same feeling who tells me to ask.
They don't know that in my mind i'm free...
They don't know that in my mind i just swing my wing and fly.
And i go to everywhere...
And i stay in nowhere.

Author's Note

I'm new here so...yea...i'm kinda lost...

Reviews

[Ebb and Flow]

Everyone is strange in their own way. I'm called weird every single day and I am, and proud! I also believe that there is no meaning to existence. I think we are here to just simply be.

Krys

[RYGON MASK]

i dont think there is any meaning of existence - nice poem

[AnA]

nice poem, i guess we all feel lost somethimes wondering of the meaning of our existence...

[Tiffany]

I really related to this piece. Thanks for sharing, t.