Differences in Ways of Life

Sun, 11/04/2018 - 00:06 -- KMiles

The more I look, the more I can’t understand the people around me.

 

Their way of friendships, their way of relationships, their way of life.

 

But even though I don’t understand, I can’t help but want the life they have.

 

They have an energy around them.

They have a light.

They have happiness.

Something I have not been able to completely find myself.

 

For if they are the same as me,

Then I must be strange to all of them too.

For I have not mastered their art of life.

 

And maybe I never will.

This poem is about: 
Me

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