Sunday, 9 August 2015

The edge

I don't belong here
I'm just an empty space
I hear whispers by they're not meant for me 
Treading water
While people wait and see
If I can save myself and prove that I'm worthy

I'm a picture
That's silent on the wall
I'm something in between a welcome stranger and a threat
Empty handed
I am waiting on my own
To be given room to be part of something real

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