Sunday, 24 August 2025

I dont know.

 I don’t know.

I don’t know why I’m sad.

I don’t know why I’m happy.

I don’t know why I struggle to make friends.

I don’t know how I get so overwhelmed at the tiniest things.

I don’t know why people make me so anxious.

I don’t know why I’m writing this poem.

I don’t know why I made this blog.

I don’t know why I care about him so much.

I don’t know why he doesn’t care about me.

I don’t know why people think I’m weird.

I don’t know why I feel the way I do.

I don’t know why I’m like this.

But you either accept that.

Or get out of my way.

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