Poems of bad timing

Home

This world is so cruel.

Why must it make me feel so small.

Like I'm not even there at all.

Why , why me

Was it alway ways meant to be ,

Was I the one chosen to be ignored

Or was it my fate I've been given to endure.

As days pass by ,

I sit there all alone and cry.

Tears stream down my pale face as I look above and think' what a place '

If there was only a place for me.

So I could finally feel free.

To be who I want to be

With out being so alone ,

Maybe there's a place out there I could actually call home.