Window Side

by Laura   Jun 13, 2005


Some times I feel like I am sitting by the window side,
Watching as life is passing me by.
How do I belong?
Where did I go wrong?

I used to build up walls to keep me safe,
Then I would shy away to a private place.
Hoping to hide the way I felt inside,
Fighting off strong thoughts of suicide.

There must be more to life than this small town I’m confined in,
To never leave would be committing a sin.
Only a fool depends on others for their happiness,
Not me I’m an individual who is destined for success.

With me what you see is what you get,
Trying to live life to the fullest not wanting to look back on any regrets.
Learning from my past mistakes will only make me stronger,
Keeping the lesson learned will help me live longer.

To stay alive at times in this cruel world one needs to be ruthless,
For you won’t last long if you sit back and take the abuses.
I no longer want to be this mute fly on the wall,
I have finally gained the confidence to stand up proud and tall.

There is no where to hide from the evils of this world,
Why do I seem to be so different than any other girl?
I know the choice is mine to live or die,
But I am not ready to say goodbye.

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