Why Me?

by Kristie   Mar 1, 2006


As I cut myself away from the world and all it has to give me,
I hope for a chance to be proud of myself and let my eyes finally see.
I dream and hope for a life of riches and a beauty that is new,
Though, how can I do that when dreams never come true.
I pray to God that the future will bring something really great,
And now I lie alone in the darkness on a cold metal slate.
I want to be that perfect somebody that people love and adore,
I'm tired of looking at other people always getting more.
When can I be that person with all that glory and fame,
How long do I have to have bad days that are always the same.
I yearn for comfort and tell people that my heart has a lump,
Everyone just tells me, "Get over it and suck it up."
Why can't people understand that my life just isn't as good,
All they do is tell me I'm not living life as well as I could.
But in the end, it all comes down to who I really am,
I'm just a nobody in a world of nothing and my life is truly damned.

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