Being Kind
There is a lot of time when I have it all but the inbetween things are not mine.
I stand by people I always try to be kind but happiness can't be my find.
So in all the way of calling things mine I find , I am nothing but a different kind.
This difference doesn't sit with me in my mind the materialistic wave hits me one more time.
Nothing of my kindness means anything to be falling in line.
I learn to relearn not being this kind hurt of my perceptions is my living's fine.
Endless possibilities of being different surge my emotions rocked by time my truth untold only wrapped again in a bind.
I have seeked happiness , not for me but for those who bumbled along me being different has been there shine!
Tucked in the migraines of differences to all I appear fine.
My glow is a loan of this shine such a kindness upon me is the blessings of inbetween happiness proven as not mine.
Held up as kindness in the balance of truth and lie time has to spring a miracle for me to renew being kind.
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