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Why do I exist...?
I know I should be happy,
I just don’t understand it.
I happy for them,
But I know for a fact
That I’m not as good as them…
I watch from the background,
They seem to enjoy themselves
But why aren’t I happy…
Should I be…?
Sure I may seem like
I’m telling some stupid sob story
Why should you care?
Why should I?
I’ll tell you why!
I’m an outsider!
With my friends
fellow classmates!
Why am I here!?
Why do I exist…?
Am I even a person to them?
Different interests most likely made them drift.
They say they don’t really care,
And yet when they speak, I’m always reluctant,
But still I listen to what they have to say…
If they say they don’t care,
Why should I?
I’m beginning to give up in fitting in…
Maybe I should leave them alone
Maybe I should just leave!
You guys might not care, but I sure as hell do!
You never listen to me anymore!
When I show you a drawing,
you only glance and never look back
When I ask how it is, it’s always a simple, “Good.”
Should I have to stick with only that?
Whatever, I don’t care anymore.
If you want me to leave, I’ll leave!
You guys happy!? I don’t give a damn anymore!
I’m an outsider…
To fellow classmates…
And even my friends
Why am I here…?
I want to disappear…
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Comments
Deep. I like it.
Deathxx Says:
Really nice poem. I feel the same way...
cellieruru Says:
*hugs* I normally don't like non-rhyming poems, but this is a definite exception. Feel better, 'kay?
Dellamorte Dellamore Says:
Aww.
I was never much for friends and Ive always been kind of a loner and "outsider." During middle and high school I kinda felt like so, from time to time.
But it goes away with time, you figure out that its only in the moment, ya know?
... That and the fact that not caring much about having friends then, doesnt change the fact that I dont care much today either!
Hopefully that made a little sense.
o44 Says:
... THIS got front page?
Girl, this is NOT poetry. It's a rant.
This is what journals and blogs are for.
Egan Says:
Narrow minded, no?
It's an okay poem, but saying "You do this and that" is very narrow minded.
Koyuki Says:
Sorry, but.... Not only has it been done more times than number the stars, but it's... not even poetic. It has no rhythm, no meter.
DarkAlessa13 Says:
DEFINITION OF EMO POETRY: a bunch of deep crap inserted into strangely-arranged stanzas, often including questions of self-doubt and screwed up grammar.
Don't know why this got front page, but don't feel that way. Be happy. I learned that the hard way.
Fishbone Heart Says:
Front page?
I honestly think you could tune up your emo poetry.
Like you could make it AWESOME. With literary devices like metaphors, alliteration, and word choice.
So, now I advise you to make a better emo poem. So it will be worthy of this front pageness.
bvhj Says:
you exist thanks to the wonders of mother, father and sexual intercourse!