Here's a poem that I wrote during my Spanish class. It shows how I feel at school, about no one around to ever help me, no matter how much I help others...
No matter what anyone says,
alone I'll always stay.
To be hurt, to be killed,
and treated unfairly.
Yet people depend on me
to set them free.
To listen and help them out.
But they don't understand,
I need a helping hand.
Someone for me to lean on.
I deal with their problems
and stress myself out.
Causing myself a great pain.
Yet when the time comes
for myself to overcome,
no one is there for me.
They think they help,
but they actually hurt.
It's the fate that I was given.
I cry inside,
How the tears, they won't dry.
Nothing is ever the same.
 Vanilla Wolf · Sun Mar 26, 2006 @ 03:53am · 3 Comments |
