I Am
I an lonely I am scared
I wonder how the eagle fared
I hear voices in my head
I see shadows 'mongst the dead
I want to discover my place
I am a head without a face
I pretend to be like you
I feef that my time is through
I touch the soft down of a bird
I worry that my thoughts are heard
I cry quietly through the night
I am a warrior who cannot fight
I understand that people feel
I say that every wound will heal
I fream of letting people in
I try and try and try again
I hope to someday fly on wing
I and a birf that cannot sing
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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