Something..

I'm down when you're not around.
I don't know who I am.
I can't say I don't know you..
I love you, you're my man.

A hero is someone to look up to.
Some one who looks down on you.
The person that guides you to the light,
the person that keeps you safe at night.

I'm not the one to judge them,
but they judge me..
My life is odd, I guess my future looks dim.

To write something,
you must risk making a fool of yourself.
I guess it happens a lot.
To those who don't write;
I guess not.

People say things that aren't always true.
And when they say things about each other,
they end up asking, 'Who?'

I don't know why I write.
I don't make sense.
I just ramble on about things I believe.
Maybe my mistakes are something to heave.

I might be crazy,
I might be insane.
My doctor is confused.
He thinks it's the pain.

This is pathetic.
Aren't I too?
I don't make sense.
Is this getting to you?

No one sees me,
standing by the trees.
More forest, everlasting.
It's a miracle to me.

The stars are like my children,
the wind beneath my wings.
This is like a fairytale,
but it's everything I've ever believed.

I sit there beside my window,
questioning once more.
I bet this poem is stupid,
but it's another paper I'll throw to the floor.

I guess it's just another thing in life.
I live it until it's full.
There are other people like me..
But they are different.
They can't see the hole.

My heart will go on..
There they go again,
ready to lurk.
I haven't failed,
I've just thought of ten thousand ways that won't work.