by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

The Echoes
Language: English 
I sit lost in thought
and contemplating myself

These thoughts grow in me,
Planted by your piercing words
And they become my own.

Weeds that bind me here
Invade my beliefs and choke
What I thought I knew

I start to believe
They see me for who I am
Outcasted, Othered

They build my image
One which I have learned to hate
One which shackles me

But now you are gone
The weeds wilt and the veil lifts
I can see clearly

The loneliness here
Was a lie that you told me
I am not alone

The people that care
They see me for who I am
Imperfect, human

But so very loved

Text Authorship:

  • by Anonymous / Unidentified Author, "The Echoes"

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This text was added to the website: 2026-08-29
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