Poems
This is a poem I wrote awhile back and still seems applicable to how I feel right now.
As a child no one knew her
That's the girl whose mother is a crack whore, she would hear people say
She knew it and despised her mother only because she halted her from being seen
A slim little girl with big blue eyes and a smile that let you knew she knew everything, if you were lucky enough to see it
No one gave her the time of day, just another student passing through the way
She worked very hard but of course no one recognized who had done it
She placed a poem to be put in a contest and of course she never heard from them again, lost in the rush was all some could say
This little girl screams out in pain, wanting someone to tell her that she's real, and not an illusion
To be lost in the world and have no one to find you, not even someone to care
She longs to go up to someone and scream to them "I'm lost and I have nowhere to go. My mother gave me up for money, and no else can see my hurt my pain please please can you help me?"
But of course she could never do that, to open herself up again, only to find more rejection
She tried that once and it's the only thing worse than being invisible
She lives in their world better than most, tries harder to please than all, she is unobtrusive and cares for all those who don't about her, she wants someone to tell her she is real
And she... is me
This is a poem that I wrote last night when I couldn't sleep... finally passed out from sheer exhaustion at about 2 or 3 couldn't read the clock very well...
Walking along a path
Stumbling along a road
Running through the darkness
Faltering here and there
Hidden troubles and dangers
Pushing onward and forward
Striving for the final destination
Taking events in stride
Tiring more year after year
Pressing towards the future
Feeling fatigue as the body fails
Continuing alone, the spirit moves
Falling behind, the world goes on
Losing sight of the final destination
Questioning everything once believed
Misplacing faith into the here and now
Searching for wants and needs
Locating only temporary satisfaction
Leaving new scars to replace the old
Finding nothing but wrong turns and bad choices
Giving up on the final destination
As a child no one knew her
That's the girl whose mother is a crack whore, she would hear people say
She knew it and despised her mother only because she halted her from being seen
A slim little girl with big blue eyes and a smile that let you knew she knew everything, if you were lucky enough to see it
No one gave her the time of day, just another student passing through the way
She worked very hard but of course no one recognized who had done it
She placed a poem to be put in a contest and of course she never heard from them again, lost in the rush was all some could say
This little girl screams out in pain, wanting someone to tell her that she's real, and not an illusion
To be lost in the world and have no one to find you, not even someone to care
She longs to go up to someone and scream to them "I'm lost and I have nowhere to go. My mother gave me up for money, and no else can see my hurt my pain please please can you help me?"
But of course she could never do that, to open herself up again, only to find more rejection
She tried that once and it's the only thing worse than being invisible
She lives in their world better than most, tries harder to please than all, she is unobtrusive and cares for all those who don't about her, she wants someone to tell her she is real
And she... is me
This is a poem that I wrote last night when I couldn't sleep... finally passed out from sheer exhaustion at about 2 or 3 couldn't read the clock very well...
Walking along a path
Stumbling along a road
Running through the darkness
Faltering here and there
Hidden troubles and dangers
Pushing onward and forward
Striving for the final destination
Taking events in stride
Tiring more year after year
Pressing towards the future
Feeling fatigue as the body fails
Continuing alone, the spirit moves
Falling behind, the world goes on
Losing sight of the final destination
Questioning everything once believed
Misplacing faith into the here and now
Searching for wants and needs
Locating only temporary satisfaction
Leaving new scars to replace the old
Finding nothing but wrong turns and bad choices
Giving up on the final destination