I am used up
exhausted
confused
On the outside
once again
nose pressed
to the glass
wanting, waiting
to be asked in
Excuses flood my ears
Frustration overflows
One day I will
stop
turn around
walk away
to my own
place
where everyone
is invited
in
Now I know where your daughter gets her gift of poetry from! I think most can relate to the message of this. Well said.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Lauren...and am wondering what's up. Who won't let you in?
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