Futile

Sitting on a park bench, one realises

How futile life can really be,

The peaceful air often emphasises

The loneliness surrounding me.

Although I am around many others,

My formidable thoughts persist,

They remind me each day of my druthers,

And that I will never be missed.

Each leaf from the trees masks my many tears

From countless people walking by,

My mind has been bedevilled by my fears,

Thank f**k, no one can see me cry.

I try to laugh, but each is so mirthless,

So, I hide behind a notebook,

I know you hate me; f**k, I'm so worthless,

My panic, you should overlook.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sad little poem. I could feel the sadness coming through. It is such a pity that one person can make us feel this way about ourselves. Repeat after me, I am unique, I am unique, I am unique.

Chris