Why do I feel as though I am never understood,
Yet I still understand.
I am always misunderstood,
But I still understand.
Why do I feel empty,
Yet I still feel sadness.
How does one feel empty
But still feel sad?
How can I be free,
When all these memories haunt me?
When shall be free,
From these memories holding me?
See me standing silently,
I look upon happenings quietly.
What a curse this is.
To understand yet never be understood.
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Random Stories, Poems and Writings
RandomI have been told I am an ok writer and this was mostly made for me to let off some steam and share some stories that float around in my head. I probably write these at night when I have nothing left to keep me busy and all my feelings come rushing b...
