The Visitor

Sometimes I feel like I don’t live here…
Like I wasn’t born here,
Like I don’t belong,
Like I’m just passing through.
You drown me out,
So I isolate myself.
Sadly enough,
I’m unable to learn…
More like I can’t.
You come out of nowhere
With your bold attitude-
It just frets me.
You.
I dislike you
For making me feel this way
Like I don’t belong here,
Like I’m just a visitor.

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