I don’t belong ✨

I don’t think I belong to this time, this generation

For I keep wandering, searching for souls and not faces

I believe in vibes, the frequencies, the energies

Not what kind of clothes you wear or how much you spend

I don’t care how expensive your shoes are

What matters is your kindness for others as you admit

That you have no idea what they’ve been through

And that you can’t fucking walk in their shoes

Doesn’t matter the size of your house but the size of your heart

And maybe it’s a good thing or maybe it is not

Cz its not practical right? I see people crushing hearts like it’s a paper cup

They walk past like you’ve been wearing an invisibility cloak

They ignore you like you’re some piece of trash

With no value, with no emotions, with no heart and bones

And although self love should be a priority no doubt,

But isn’t treating others right should also be on our minds?

Maybe that’s why I don’t belong, you know?

Cz they think I’m too fragile, too sensitive and even stupid?

And I won’t deny, maybe I am. I am all of those things but so much more

Yes I’m much more than a cute face and a sweet smile

I’d be honoured to be your crying shoulder and not just a party friend

And I’d appreciate long walks, holding hands listening to the old songs

And I’d love a hand written letter or a note instead of a ‘hi’

I know I’m not the only one. There’s got to be many more right?

Who’ve got old souls trapped in those bodies trying to survive

Who see people around, running after materialistic wants

In their expensive cars, carrying their shallow hearts

And seeing those people they realise that they truly don’t belong