I am a lonely girl
Who sits on a lonely bench
Reading sad poems
Crying till there's
No tears left
For her to cry.
I am just another.
Another person
To ignore.
Another face
To be seen.
Another voice
To be heard
But not thought of.
Why me?
I have talents
You just a never choose
To see them.
I can sing,
Draw,
And I love to talk.
But you don't know that.
Because you chose
Not to know me.
I love nature.
I love animals
And bugs.
But I hate people.
Most people
But some...
This is me.
And you don't know me
Because you never
Took the time
To get to know
The real
And true
Me.
YOU ARE READING
You Are My Sky
PoetryPoetry story--You are my sky. The only sky. The sky stretches far and wide. You cover me up, make me feel at home. I am home. You are my sky.