Deep thoughts - My Poetry

V. Rain

The people around me think I'm cool and funny
but what's the point if no one misses me? They never remember about me
I feel like a ghost, or more like a shadow
Wandering around the people
I want to meet other friends
Real friends who really care about me
But everything is like rain, one hour ends
I really hope it ends
I'm tired
I don't know anymore if what's on my face are tears or water
I will keep wandering around