Poetry By Me

This Person

Sometimes I wonder

If the world really cares

It doesn't seem

To reach out

In my times of need

It never offers

To hold me tight

Or hug me close

Its never around

When Im on the ground

Its never close

When I need a friend

It leaves me on opened

But then asks

For my outstretched hand

Im its shoulder

But it's never my boulder

I know life isn't fair

But this is too cruel

Because I know

Im loved

And I know they care

But I always fear

That i'm the problem here

I crave

This physical warmth

Like the sky craves the moon

But I push it away

Like its something completely new

I need this attention

But I hate it

I can't seem to find

A reason why

Im either too quiet

Or too loud

Im practically bipolar

I can't even figure me out

It's like I'm two

Instead of one

Like I can't figure out

Who I want to become

I don't know

And I'm scared I never will

Because when I look at me

I cant decided

If I hate or love

The person I see

L.O.M