Never ending hell

by Courtney Hough   Jan 19, 2017


I feel as if I have lived before,
Such an old soul inside this young body.
I can't conform, be like the rest,
Living in materialistic gaudy.
I walk into a room full of people,
And alone is where I'd rather be.
I can't talk to anyone,
No, they don't understand me.
"No one thinks like you do,"
A phrase I hear to often.
"You're not like everyone else,"
Since when did this become a problem?
I've often dreamt of an old life,
Where I fit the mold,
But here I am young,
And my heart and soul are too old.
I must have disobeyed,
To be trapped in this hell.
Never to die,
In a reincarnation spell.
I will never have a peaceful sleep,
I'm doomed to live again.
In a ever changing world,
My only friend...my pen.

Will this ever end?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Courtney, wonderful write. It's hard to be young and have an old soul. You feel out of place amongst your peers. Don't despair, you will find your niche. It may not come for years but it will come. It's ok to march to your own beat, that is what makes you, you. A couple typos- "a phrase I hear to", to should be too. Where I fit they, they should be their. Other than that, wonderful write! Hang in there-