Not Easy Being Me
Not Easy Being Me
It's not easy being me.
I'm a wandering soul in a furious crowd.
Standing all alone, no reason to be proud.
Deeper in myself, darkness surrounds.
My thoughts sometimes ring so loud.
Why do I think so much?
Why can't I break free?
How high would be the cost . . . for me to just be me?
Copyright ©2007 Pam Evans
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