CONTEMPLATION
The world is lonely.
Nobody knows what
Is inside me
They cannot know.
Their minds are closed
But somehow mine is open.
I do not understand them.
They do not understand me.
I feel so all alone.
Those that should know
Me, do not know me
No matter that they try.
I’m learning to accept it.
But why should I?
Why?
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