I am insane and I know it
When everyone achieve all their great things in the world,
I am still here doing everything that I can to make others happy
While I know I am good enough to be compliment too
Everyone that I knew saw me as someone side kick
I feel that no one would love me the way I love everyone
I want to run away but I still coming back here, at the same place where I am just a place they can ask help for
I am crying in the middle of the night and getting mad at God
I am praying every night and ask everyone that knew me will be blessed too
But will they pray for me like the way I am praying for them?
I just want everyone notice me the way I care for them
But people always take others for granted
I can only write here so I knew there will be others too
What can I do, God
What can I do?
Don't left me out, God.
YOU ARE READING
A Flower In The Desert
PoetryFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
