A Needle in the Haystack

A needle in the haystack,
A spot amongst the stripes,
A weed in the flower-bed,
A blockage in the pipes.

A glitch in the system;
An unwanted file.
A capricious anomaly,
Like the detested bile…

I belong with dandelions-
They don’t want me to stay
And one by one
They’ll blow me away.

And the dust they will blow
It will not remain.
For I am not born for this Earth,
I’m just stuck in the wrong place,

Of the debilitating road of life.
And I’m all on my own.
I think I prefer this.
It’s safer to be alone.

This is a poem I wrote when I was about 16 and I was in quite a rough place, emotionally and mentally. I won’t go in to detail, but I felt rejected by everyone and various events triggered my penning of this poem.
Created: 2010

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