you look lost and forlorn,
spend too much time on your own.
Tell me are you hurt,
look like a wounded bird.
who has clipped your wings,
why you always hum and sing...
Go for fresh air
Or say a prayer...
Well, I know you feel my pain
I don't know how to explain...
Can't you see,
You live with me
well if you must know,
where ever I go.
Can't get rid of me,
Am my worst enemy...
you look lost and forlorn, spend too much time on your own. very nice mania of loving poems
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'Can't get rid of me, Am my worst enemy...' Excellent poem with excellent message! 10+++