Something I wrote from last year.
Am I a person who doesn't exist,
no identity,no personality,no heart.
Maybe I'm just a nobody.
I have people surrounding me,
but I still feel alone.
Poeple think I'm strange,freaky,or just plain weird and
I have accepted that for reasons...UNKNOWN.
I have best friends,but they never call.
I never call.
People enjoy me,but do I?
Maybe not.
I feel like a gem in rock,
Ugly in a crowd but gorgeous on my own.
I try to help,but only chaos comes.
That's why I try to keep my distance.
I feel like I'm going insane,
but my friends are my medicine.
I guess I'm worth something in this chaotic world,
even though I seem to pest most.
If I do DIE...I KNOW that people will be sad.
So that's what keeps me going,knowing someone DOES care.
I'm worth something to close ones,
but if I DO find a true love.
Then I hope I'm priceless.
That's how much I'm worth.
By:Someone who thinks too much. May 2006
 Haisoj#1 · Sat Dec 02, 2006 @ 01:20am · 3 Comments |
