Why am I on here?
Why do I write?
What is the point of my.... Existence???
I don't know.
On this forum, I am surrounded by superiors... Who have real talent, real potential, and all I am is a a drop in the vast sea.
A dead end.
Everyone on here has such potential, they have a bright future and real talent.
I don't know what I have
I don't know what I write
Why bother? The world is sufficient without me, I have no profound purpose...
I am clueless
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Maybe I do it to just let it out, like a balloon popping.
It's an emotional torrent in my messed up head
I just need to let it out,
To scream to who ever might be listening
A shout into the abyss
Seems pointless really.
Maybe that's just what it is,
Pointless.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry by a Stranger
PoetryBy the way, I am not a formal writer! I write what I feel and that's that. And another thing, don't steal!!!
