Someone else, somewhere elseMature

Wanting to be
someone else
was never about
wanting to be
it was about
needing people to know
I wasn't like
the rest of
that I am not
a monster
that maybe
I am a bit lost
but I will always
find my way
never lost enough
to lose my head
I don't have a map
but I've got
the right people
the right road
nowhere to head
but upwards
like a roller coaster
without any drops
and here I am
not someone else
not somewhere else

The End

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