Before
Before
loneliness was the destiny,
Before
future was the mystery,
Before
I questioned myself,
Before,
why am I not like them?
Turns out there is no different
unique is what I say now
I might hate, scream, and want
to destroy
Before I knew there was someone
Unique but the same
feeling like a missing part of my soul
fitting perfectly where I belong
Before I met you the world was mad
After
is what now I'm looking at.
This poem is about:
Me