Words From My Soul

Inadequate

I feel inadequate and I'm mad at it.

I feel sad that I'm the one,

Who always gets left behind,

And no matter what I do I end up alone.

My efforts are just a waste of time.

It's a shame that speaking in rhyme on a piece of paper,

Is usually better than actually telling a person.

What a shame indeed.

I preach day and night just trying to be alright,

But it's useless to talk in a normal voice,

When you are in a crowded room.

I raise my voice to be heard,

Only to get drowned out with more noise.

I decided to speak in a quiet room,

But people found the silence more interesting than my words.

I break myself daily to keep everyone alive,

When I haven't felt like that,

In a long time.

I smile; however, I am slowly fading,

Into nothing because,

Those who speak softly,

Usually never get heard.