Days to come.

I hate myself

I say it a lot

And you can say

Will make me think I’m worth a lot

I’ve always been treated differently

Always a stranger to those around me

I’m not allowed in your club

I know you’re not really proud of me

Everyone is so indifferent towards me

An outsider looking in

Wondering around the world

To find a place to fit in

A place where people

Have so much love in their eyes

Who says that I belong

And wouldn’t suddenly care if I were to die

But will I ever find that place

A place of happiness and peace

Where the colors are bright

And every night is a feast

I hope so

But as the years passed

All it seems I can do

Is hope

I want to look forward

To the coming days

But the future looks dim

And it seems like all I can do is pray

~a sleepy ghost~


Author: Viv

Just a suffering Victorian era ghost stuck in the past but loves modern music, sushi, and singing despite being really boring.

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