Tuesday, November 27, 2012

A Bird with a Broken Wing

In lonesomeness
I realize that i am a bird with a broken wing
I can’t fly as the others do
I build my nest by myself and live it alone

I put a mask on my face, pretending nothing happens, hiding my own feeling when they begin to look down at me for having no one,  those who know NOTHING about me. 

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