My World
Date: Thursday, 2nd February 2012 @ 01:17:54 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: vr2776
Standing in the center, all the
world around me, people walk past
and hurry to their destinations...
Walking past me as if I'm not there
as if they were blind, Are they real or
is this just an halucination...
I begin to reach and I cannot touch
anyone walking by, I scream
does anybody hear me?!! Noone
acknowledges my presence...
I feel so cold, alone and like a lost
child who strayed from its mother,
Louder I scream now but still it
does nothing to verify my existence...
No one sees me and my words on
deaf ears they fall, and with no one
who understands I put my head down
and begin to cry...
Wait someone sees me now,
I smile but they only laugh at me,
as if my sadness brings them joy
I just want to run and hide...
I seek a place to hide myself but
there are no corners, no place for
me to turn...
I’m left to my own hands that I use
to cover me as inside with anger I
burn...
No matter what I do or how many
words I use it seems I remain mute
and translucent...
I wish I could change my face
my hair my eyes because in this
body I feel like a mutant....
My fight is with the world but the
world doesnt owe me a thing...
Nothing good comes from it
only confusion it brings...
Im alone in my world there is
no one else here that I can see...
Im one person in my world and
feel trapped inside of me...
Nothing I do is right, everything
I think, do or say is wrong...
It all started for me before I
was even born...
a Lovechild I was, someone
who wasn't suppose to exist...
I'm seen as much as sand
is seen, held in a tight fist...
bitterness, anger, resentment,
failure, loneliness,
and fear all rage inside
me like a firestorm....
But really who is to blame
no one but myself as from
my own decisions the life
I live has been formed....
Regret, Pity, disgust
is what makes up this
person no one sees...
Yet I can smile, laugh
and pretend to be what
they all want me to be...
No trust in my God
for if I had would I
feel the way that I feel...
Yet what I feel is a matter
of no importance to
anyone but me this I know
as real...
Feel like a broken record
thought at least one
would understand...
So my complaints I will
keep for just my readers
whom I dont seem to offend...
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