Me, Myself And I Poem by Sanya Zahid
Me, Myself And I
Things are here different
Kind of not me
I'll carry on till the end
I won’t mind having a friend
People gawk at my hands
Always having a pen
You'll find me taking annotations
But I'll not tell you when
I have my soul, hoping around
I'll be in my bed before ten!
I don't know how I am
I don't know what they want
I believe I can carry along
But this is not where I essentially belong
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4/18/2024 6:41:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really nice, searching your soul, body and spirit. Good luck.