My Need

 

Why is it
that ever since I was a kid
I had this need to make
people happy?

To be accepted?

To be acknowledged?

To feel important?

Or even to feel loved…maybe?

Of course.

I remember to've shared every toy
and dally, on the schoolyard,
filled up with spoiled brats.

Pushed away.

Excluded.

Erased

  from their friendslist.

Girls
I treated them as
Queens and Muses.
They all got used to it.

Blindly.

Instead, they prefered
to sleep with
Diamond and pearls,
'Cause love is always over
in the morning.
Right?

Stolen toys were replaced

by broken hearts.

Right!

And mom, dad…
Didn't I deliver?
Did you ever want to know me,
at all? Am I just a big failure?
A fall out of your mismatch.

I wonder,

what would you say

when you see my face

right now?

Eventually.

I bet they even forgot the shadow
of my smile before they turned
their back to me.

I guess the young begs for what

grown-up throw away.

People don't care.
The world is going cold.
Nobody cares about the

funny one, anyway.

Today
I feel so alone.
So alone.
I feel I'm giving up
who I am.
Who I was.

My need.

Tomorrow

I want to be

someone else.

ursday, June 30,

Reviews

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A fantastic poem, the structure, the questioning and seeing the way life is for what it really is, something that not many see! Great work full of relatable write:)