I look over my shoulder leaving behind all that I knew, all my friends and old memories. I look ahead and see new experiences, friends and memories to be made. But I never forget those I am leaving behind. Without them I am nothing.
I walk down the street People are staring, pointing, laughing I try to fit in, but i can't why can't I be accepted for me? Why do I even try? Can't they see it's hurting me? PLEASE STOP CRITICIZING! please stop! Stop..... Ummm...... How's that?
This one may be a bit dark..... But I want people to think about it, and actually think! And please, do not post anything hurtful about my next poem.
He begins to cry But no ones there to listen He feels so much pain! So much suffering! He reaches out his hand, But no one grabs hold. He stretches it out further, Yet no one notices. He feels lost, Forgotten. He wants out, He only sees darkness. He yells, But no one can hear. Sobbing now he becomes desperate, Now everyone notices, Now everyone cares..... They are too late... He squeezes the trigger........
I'm not one for poetry, so I have classified this as a semi rhythmic In the light there are always shadows In the dark some light can shine In every good intention has some hidden evil And no evil exists without a hint of good Not blacks or whites but shades of grey Nothing is ever as simple as it seems