Oh what am I but a man
Or is it better I describe myself the fool
All I was was a tool
tricking myself in to being used
Was I ever loved
Did anyone ever care
Does any one care now
I ask myself how I am to be myself if I know myself not
How am I to let those around me know who I am if I am forgotten
As a leaf on the wind left to dry out and be blown away
Completely forgotten
Love
I have loved but have never been loved by my comrades
I try now to let all my secrets and pretenses go
But none hear me when I cry out
My "friends" keep thier secrets from me
No one cares about who I am
Why am I here
But a fool I burn here
My Heart has been shattered
Frozen by the apathy of my comrades
who am I but the forgotten one
left to burn in misery
Forgotten
My heart is broken
Dammaged goods I will never be taken
I will not be fixed
Just thrown out
Never to be remembered
Shattered
I wrote this poem in a time of depression and self doubt and have now found that I don't totally believe everything I wrote. I could just delete this right now and be done with it but I can't because I find that this poem is quite beutifull in it's own way. feel free to comment on any of my posts
Sad day. You dont need to feel like that. You're always just so quiet that I don't know what to say to you. If you feel like your friends aren't respecting you, maybe their not really your friends. I'm not saying to dump them, because I don't really know your situation. But maybe you should tell them how you feel. Perhaps they don't even know that you feel left out. Hey and don't be sad if I don't always comment, I don't really get on a lot. Hang in there.
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