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Lost

Beth Gibson

As I walk alone
Screaming on the inside out
Feeling it in every bone
Walking by myself
Feeling as rare as an elf

Lost and won't be found
Eyes searching all around
Tears going down my face
I don't have anywhere to go
Surely not to my place
Heavier the tears begin to flow

I slam my hands to my thighs
Wishing I had said my good-byes
Looking at everyone as I go by
Watching them to see what I left
I think and I cry
What was I thinking while I slept

Whatever it was, I did it
But something doesn't fit
If I had one wish, it would be
To see who or what is inside of me

I am lost
Nowhere to go at all cost
Wishing I wasn't dumb
So I could go back to where I am from
So rejected and unrespected
I am not the only one
Who like me, is all alone.



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