I'm cold, and I don't know why
Perhaps because I remain so alone,
Not fitting in anywhere,
Except within the pages of my poetry.
This is my anthem to the world
That cares not for me.
I remain undone, unsung, never won
At much of anything.
Why is this the way I must be?
For some reason I remain happy,
Confident in who I am
And what I truly want to be.

04/12/2009

Posted on 07/16/2009
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