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Drifting

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Sometimes I feel like I'm stranded in a country that speaks
A language I don't speak.
a language I cannot speak.

There's a glimpse of vision in my heart that tells me
that I need to impact this place
and bring good to this society.

I thought I can blend in.
I thought I can represent a difference.
But I can't.

At the end everything I did was running around
Running away from others,
running away from myself,
running away from demands and rules I cannot understand.

I walk around and wander aimlessly
I expose myself to dangers and unknownness.


All just to find
Someone who speaks my language.
Someone who understands me.


At the end, I guess that's all I really want.
This is not a proper poetry, kay peeps? I'm not a poet and I don't even know how the hell one should be, but a voice in my heart told me, "submit this poetry", and thus I did.

I don't even friggin know if I submitted in teh right category, so anyone with a better understanding in this matter do enlighten me.

-This writey-doodley is NOT talking about a literal "country", "culture" or "language". The words are just used symbolically. I have no problem at all with my current country or languages, I love Australia!-
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EuroNeet's avatar
I've been feeling a lot like this recently...and sometimes, I just want to quit. But you know, it is a good feeling to know that you aren't alone, isn't it? :)