Correct me if I'm wrong,
tell me if I'm there,
but life really, really isn't fair.
How is it that the people who influence your existence, the most,
end up loving you the least?
How can they show you how you've been nothing for them?
that you never had any impact on them?
Use you and throw you like, suddenly,
You're killing them.
And then why is it so,
that you get all the blame?
Why do you feel the lows?
Why do you feel the shame?
Oh, it's all good, smile through it when they're throwing around hurtful jabs
But no, "honey our friendship is threatened now,
that you're trying to give back a stab"
You introduce someone,
oh, they're great for each other!
but as they grow close,
they push you away farther, and farther.
Cupid's always covered you in blessings yes,
everything is perfect,
a perfect mess.
He loves me ,
He loves me not....
His arms are where I find the chaos after the storm.
But I don't have anybody,
No, he isn't here.
Not those "friends", no, nobody,
While I live in a dark fear.
Everything is in such a disoriented fashion,
I just feel like giving up.
Like caving in.
Like leaving them all.
Nobody could care less, and i know it.
Forced to make existence my passion,
But never show it.
-MJ
YOU ARE READING
A rant from the heart.
Poetrywords that form a poem flow, not from a poet's mind, no but from the top of her soul, and the bottom of her heart. Such is also the case with the poem you're about to read... this rant came straight from the heart.
