Misplaced
Misplaced
I look around
I am out of place
I don’t belong here
Yet I recognize your face.
It felt wrong
To be there tonight
I don’t know why
But I wanted to fight.
Out of place
I wanted to cry
I couldn’t understand
Things as they went by.
Was it wrong?
Was I misplaced?
Or maybe it’s because
They are all just two-faced.
posted by katie at 9:15 PM
1 Comments:
We're all two faced, every last one of us. Good poem though. Do you feel you always have to use the same rhymn sceme? I'm not trying to pick on you, but when I first started writing, I used the same rhymn pattern every time. A very wise person told me to try one without rhymning at all. Then try other patterns. I'm telling you, it works, and you can channel your feelings better.
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