The Unnoticed Book

Why can't I just end this now? Close this book and burn it to the ground.
After all, It wasn't much of a story Just another book that no one wants to read.
And the ones that do, can't put it down.
Why can't everyone read my pages? Read my life? Read my thoughts?
If everyone felt this way, the world would be a better place.
Or maybe im just not fit for this world.
Is anyone ever really fit for this world without doing things they know is wrong?
So fine. Read my pages and see what you find.
They say if you take a little time then you can read just about anyone's mind. Not mine.
It is only readable once you understand your own mistakes.
If all you know is to follow society, make those wrong choices and never look back at them
And make those mistakes over and over. Your a fool to read my pages.
Your the ones that will burn me, Kill me, Destroy me, and the world you live in.
It's funny how people only truely appriciate something only when it's gone
Slipped through their hands like sand. One by one. So small is each grain of sand, they hardly notice it.
So, sure.. They'll love me when i'm gone. Do they love me now? Do they even know me now?
Sometimes it takes the greatest sacrafice, just to prove a point And it's one im willing to make.

Author's Note

Personaly, This is my favorite poem I'v writen.

Reviews

[Chelsea.]

This is my all time favorite :)