I am angry. Angry with the world.
Angry with my friends.
Angry with my parents.
My teachers.
That old lady shopping in the store.
Because all of them has something I don't. Hope. Maybe they all feel sad.
But they have hope.
Because if they didn't.
They wouldn't get out of bed everyday, to go to work,buy food,hang out.
They get out of bed because they know if they don't,
what they hope for won't come true.
They go to work because they hope that someday they will get enough money
to go on that trip.
They buy food, because otherwise they will starve to death and they won't be able to do what they hope to do.
They hang out with friends because they hope to someday fit in.
I don't get out of bed, I don't eat food, I don't go to school,
And I don't hang out with friends.
Because I don't have hope.
I've lost it, and I can't seem to find it.
And that makes me jealous.
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PoésieThis is just a collection of poems that I will be writing to get back into writing. Hope you enjoy, and I do take requests about topics. Most poems are written by me, if not. I will tell you. I TAKE REQUESTS!! And give you credit for the idea.
