And there they go
And here I am
I'm nothing to them
I'm just baggage
Just a lost package
I'm a tulip in a meadow full of daffodils
A wilting tree sheltered by larger trunks and leaves
A message in a bottle surrounded by open waters
Only that bottle never finds its recipient
Why would they want to see what's in it?
All my peers
They say they love me
They say they care
That they wouldn't ever leave me
Oh, they wouldn't dare.
But all that is gone now
Discarded and wasteful
Was it always like that?
Was I always so disgraceful?
I hate being told these false lies I hear
That people who are close to me care
That they appreciate me
That I'm wanted
But
Is having me sit alone
Is never talking to me
Is being exclusive
Is ordering me around
Is overlooking me
Is needing me until it suits you
Is never conversing with me
Is ignoring me
Is casting aside my friendly gestures
Is that
That's what love and care mean to you?
Because I don't feel as great as you do.
In fact, I feel like a nat trying to be swat
That's how you make me feel
but of course you could never see that could you?
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Poems For When...
PoetryHere are some short poems I was inspired to write. They're based on the weather, things that make me happy sad, etc., things that have happened to me or that I believe happen to everyone, and probably some more topics. I've organized the chapters to...
