two more...

[brokenenemy]

I am.
Yeah thats what they all say.
Well i am what the world has made me.
I am the passives. I am the one that watchs.
The one that moves out of the way.
I am what you made me.
Dont feel sorry for me, that has gotten old.
I dont want pity. If i did i would ask.
Its all you give me though.
But you wonder why i stay away, why i am alone.
Because i am tired of the pity, the sorrys and the awws.
Leave me alone. I dont open up for that.
I open up to be open.
Just shut up the world isnt always about you.
Now if you dont mind i am giong back to my corner.

Evil
The unmissed.
Kind of a saddening thing isnt it.
You are forgotten when you are gone.
Maybe its better this way?
You have done this time and time before.
Its only coming out thats hurts.
Maybe it only hurts going back in.
But you dont know what its like being out.
No one seems to want you out here anyway.
They dont miss you even when you are out.
Hell they dont notice when you are.
Fuck it you know.
There is no point.
Humans go back to where they are comfortable.
Time and time again this holds true.
Time and time again I come back inside myself.
Maybe its for the best...

Two poems i wrote awhile ago.