Everything I do or say
seems meaningless
since no one cares
when I start to talk.
My words don't mark theirs
and when I listen
they are pleased but
what am I?
I don't mind
being on my own
except that I do.
But what can I do
to have that one person
you want to talk to
Talk to you?
I try to be loud
but no one,
besides myself,
hears me.
So I start to question
my existence
cause all I am
is just a coincidence
since none of us
shouldn't even be here.
We're made out of stars
but what if
I'm not made out of one
as I feel the shine run away
as far as it can
because even the shine
doesn't want to stay with me.
I mean after all,
who would?
I cringe at everything I say;
I flinch at everything I think.
Why wouldn't they?
It's like the coldest water
freezing my skin.
Like a stone crashing
inside my head.
A fire burning
my heart so it stays black.
I just want them to
acknowledge me
by talking and listening
to me.
I guess selfishness
isn't that rare.
All I get are weird looks
and turned heads;
It's lonely sometimes,
you know?
I can't pretend to be someone else
but if I don't even like myself,
how would they?
YOU ARE READING
~my poems~
PoetryPoems I write that mean the world to me:) I am trying my best to put my thoughts into pages of words for you to read. 🤟🏻love you
