Sometimes
Sometimes we can’t find the answers,
and sometimes we don’t know
why we feel the way we do.
Sometimes we’re unsure of what we want,
and sometimes we can’t explain
why everything feels so hectic.
Sometimes our own thoughts feel unfamiliar,
and we struggle to understand ourselves.
Sometimes we feel empty—
as if something inside is missing.
Sometimes it’s almost funny
how deeply we want to be known,
and sometimes it feels strange,
yet beautiful,
to finally be understood.
About the Creator
silent spoke
I write to make sense of the world — it's quiet corners, loud lessons, and everything in between. My work reflects on life, people, growth, and the simple truths we often overlook.
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You explain everything so clearly in your poem, thankyou for sharing xx