Am I Worth Anything?A Poem by Chelsea Schermerhorn
I must have been made for a purpose… But right now it just doesn’t seem so. I try to satisfy. I try to please. But it seems that nothing Will make this pain ease. A slave I am, To those who claim To love and care But who hurt and blame. Nothing’s ever good enough… They always want more. I try and try Until even my soul is sore. They make me cry, But don’t even see, It hurts inside… It hurts to be me. Am I worth anything? © 2008 Chelsea Schermerhorn |
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2008 AuthorChelsea SchermerhornBruceville-Eddy, TXAboutI like books of all sorts, old and new, I love it when the words of a book draw pictures in my mind, I love movies of all genres except horror, learning about all things, including history, pop cultur.. more..Writing
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