My anxious, anxious heart
The land beneath my feet has always felt unfamiliar Even when I am home, I am not really at home
The land beneath my feet has always felt unfamiliar
Even when I am home, I am not really at home
What is it about me
that never gets comfortable
Why does my heart never beats normally
always at speed
always in a rush
Why is it always so many eyes
so many stares?
All I know are questions
All I have are confusions
All i want is
a home where i belong
-My anxious, anxious heart
About the Creator
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Beautifully written!