All the laughter
The muse
And the party
And the blues
that one girl
Shes home alone
She sits on her bed
And her heart never shones
She remembers the days
Of such sadness and dead
And she remembers a ton of what they murmered and said
'Do I even care?'
'What do I even do?"
They take different sides without giving a clue.
Then they roll their eyes and leave, and shes alone again
Nothing even changed.
For her or them
No one even notices her sadness or needs
Shes used to everybody and doing them deeds
She tries so hard and begs and pleads
For one who stops and listen. Its quite too extremely rare
Girl or boy
Who really cares?
She wanted a savior
Someone who listened
Maybe for a second
Her happiness glistened
But when the days over
And its time to leave
All the drearyness and all the kindness all quickly leaves
She turns sad and dissapointed
All alone and frail
She needs someone who doesn't show the fullest of betrayal
No one gets her
No one tries
Everyone leaves her
Who cares if she cries?
All they want is that happy laughing smile
Day by day and mile by mile
But, Have they ever thought, the smiling starts to leave and she dies for a while?
All pointing fingers
All pointed at her
She soon believes it herself
And points hers at her
That girl is me
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The Bad Poet
PoetryThus, my collection of poems. Please read or take a look I promise my book is not empty My life is already shook I put my feelings all out there All open and out for you! Yet you could look at my description and go back to doing what you do Just a...
