Poem

[SamE]

I wrote this poem a while ago and found it again on my computer today. It is a reflection of how my life was at one stage.

Sitting Here

There they sit,
Staring straight past me,
They wouldn't notice,
Even if I looked like a gem

They look for,
The drama queens, models and out right fantasies,
But we all know that stuffs inside,
Even though it always hides,

Knowing not the true personality,
It will lead to pain and heartache,
They know that their relationships shot,
As soon as they thought well why not

It doesn't exist here on my world,
A relationship,
Not one at all,

They don't even think of what we could be,
They don't even think of the possibilities,
Our compatibility is ten out of ten,
Though the guys they think or more they don't think,

I think that one day we might be perfect,
That we would realize,
We were meant to be.

But here I sit,
They stare right past me,
They don't notice,
They DON'T notice



Yes that it all done. What do you think about it?

 

[Lycana]

I can certainly identify with that one!

 

[heron]

I think a lot of people are in that position. Even people who others consider popular often feel that...they are surrounded and appear well-liked, but friendships aren't like the movies.

People use each other to get ahead. I'm so cynical! If you can pull together some people who will support you, and drift away from those who don't, you'll feel a little better.

Oh--the poem--sorry! I guess you connected with your readers!

 

[Taf]

Your great

 

[thenightmarehero]

It's sad that some people prefer outer beauty rather inner beauty, which is the true measure of character and personality.