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I feel an all too familiar pain in my soul
As I look out through foggy glass surrounded by weathered pane
And realize that I will never be on top of anything
Not even if I take a plane to the stars
It is plain to me that my most troubled relationship
Has always been the one that I have with myself
Write a "top" poem
Write about a troubled relationship
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I don't agree with anyone all of the time, and that certainly includes myself.
Thank you. I find that whenever people are kind to me, I wait for the moment when they will tire of me. I will never be okay, and, as the comments on my poetry blog show, a lot of people just don't understand that. I often feel like me and most people come from different planets. I've never felt like I belonged on this one.Delete