International School of Stuttgart (Stuttgart, Germany)
It’s funny the way we never know we are lost
Until we are found.
It’s funny how the world keeps turning
The wind keeps blowing
The birds keep chirping
And life keeps living.
But you aren’t smiling
And you wish someone would look you in the eyes
And see the pain, the agony that tears through your body
That keeps your blood pumping and your lungs breathing
Because otherwise how would you live?
But would you die knowing that the earth keeps turning?
The wind keeps blowing?
The birds keep chirping?
And life keeps living?
A lost man has been known to play mindless games
But are you really lost if you haven’t been found?
I haven’t been found
Does that mean I’m not lost?
Or are these whirlwind emotions meant to be?
But quite honestly
This poem is as lost as me
And I’ll never be around to see
The person that I’m meant to be
So if I’m not lost and I haven’t been found
Who am I?
Mia, born in Germany and raised in the UK, has been enrolled in the IB for her entire educational life. She writes as a form of expression, a quick escape from daily life.