My Poems

Try Me

I've been ignored, I've been forgotten.
An occasional doormat on rainy days.

A shoulder to cry on if that were the case.

Then when the rain clears and the tears disapear...

So do the people and I'm left just standing here.

I'm done with that, I'm done helping and I'm done being a tissue

You have a problem? Go solve your own damn issues.

Why the change you enquire?

I say, where were you when I needed a dear friend oh sweet sire?

So off I go on this lonely road.

It may not be appealing but it's always been my home.

And before you question me...
I advise you check yourself and your own damn personality.