Poetic Earth

Lost Girl

I am a lost girl—
ever wondering
if today will be the day.
The day I feel happiness.

I carry a soft sorrow.
It comes,
and it goes.

Some days,
I feel seen.
Heard, even.
But that’s short-lived.

Presumed misunderstood.
Yet consumed by awareness.

No matter how aloof
I wish I could become,
I feel everything.

But it’s all for you.
Not for me.

For I am a lost girl,
ever searching.