Friday, November 25, 2022

Finding my ground


Sometimes I’m a big fish in a small pond ,

But other times I’m a small fish in a big pond,

I’m not fond of ethier , I rather be in the middle,

But everywhere I go it’s like a riddle,


I can’t go to communicate in the language of others,

I try hard not to smother ,

People with my delayed reaction,

I’m trying to get satisfaction,


I try hard to fit in,

When I wanna feel win,

I feel confused finding my mold,

When I feel like I wanna fold. 

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