All day, you wonder why I’m so alone,
When I hide in my dark, cold room and write.
If only you look through my eyes and known
The things that were wrong and thought were right.
You give me one chore after another,
And I never get to spend time with friends.
All these things to you are such a bother
But yet, you don’t care whether the pain ends.
I’m limited to practically nothing,
It’s because my brother is the favorite.
When I’m the one crying and suffering,
You look at me and say “Get over it.”
You make me feel like a speck of dust,
Because I’m the one person you don’t trust.
YOU ARE READING
Writing Randomness
PoetryMy collection of Short Stories/Poetry/school assignments all in one place. I don't know what made me write these, but it happened and I'm glad to be posting on Wattpad. I suddenly found myself liking Short Stories and a little bit of Poetry, mostly...
