This poem isn't exactly a poem. It's more of a monologue type thing. But I will try to structure it a bit like a poem, as this is my poetry diary.
Have you ever liked a person?
Has there ever been that one person,
Who seems to make the day brighter
Whenever they walk past you?
I've had that. And I hate it.
I had it a few months back,
When I was unaware of what it felt like,
And when I realised I had it,
I made a mistake I shouldn't have.
I told someone I didn't trust.
Within days, I had people asking,
"Do you like ______? Do you??"
And within moments they found out.
It was like a forest fire the way it spread.
And what occurred that caused hatred?
What happened that made me angry?
Nothing.
Yes, you read that right.
Nothing.
They never said a word to me,
Not one single word.
And that is what killed me inside.
I wanted some sort of reply,
A sign that they were aware of it.
A sign that things could get better.
A sign that my feelings were justified.
And it never came.
It's the one thing I want,
The one thing I need.
But I don't feel like it will come.
After all,
Who would want to talk to someone like me?
Who would want that with me?
Nobody. And that is what kills me.
That is what keeps me in the past,
That is what keeps me down,
That is what destroys me,
That is what halts my progress,
That is what kills me even now.
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Monkeyboy's Poetry Diary
PuisiI know there are bound to be hundreds of these, but I wanted to try it out for myself. This is a book that will (eventually) have a selection of poems, all of which are written by yours truly. Some will be sad, some will be happy, some may even be r...
