Words spoken from a social slave. I guess I'm part of this. Things our predecessors fought for wasnt supposed to come to this. This poem dwells deeper towards things we seem to brush off and give no attention. (This is my first work! I just revised it.)
Poem. I'm no one crying silently in my bed , every one doing there own thing, but me, I sit alone watching time go by. There is not alot I can do, but others for me. It wasn't always like this, I'm saddened by all the mean and selfish people, every day is the same to me, no one listen. I'm not here , I'm just a pic...