Poetry for who needs it

Autumn.

Maybe,
in the silence of autumn,
my being gone
didn't affect you that much.

The red leafs
disappear slowly
leaving bare trees.

The cold weather starts to increase,
you wear your jacket
and you wish it was summer again,
while in summer
you wish it was winter.

Autumn,
with all its beauty,
is in silent
because it waits for winter
to take its place,
with everyone's joy...

Autumn wishes someone would love them,
but they all love winter,
the withe season,
no one cares if it's Autumn...

Maybe I'm not talking about autumn...
I'm just talking about myself,
about me being always the second choice...
about me staring at others being happy,
joyful, smiling...and I'm just...
I'm just different.