Gray

Gray

 

Nowadays, my world seems empty

Like something big is missing

I think I can name a few things but I'm not sure that's it

 

I walk around with a blank face,

My inside hollow and bare

The people around me laugh and smile

Happiness

And I wonder, why can't I be like them?

Happy

 

The skies are gray at the fault of Winter

Which only seems to drag me down more

And I wonder if God, or whoever the hell created me, is happy with the way I've turned out

 

In this day and age, if you've got a boyfriend, a family, and a few people here and there on the side to talk to, you should be happy.

 

Especially if it's Christmas.

 

But it's not enough. I don't know why. If my parents knew I thought like this, would they hug me?

 

Would they care?

 

Would they show sympathy or show tough love as usual?

 

You never know with them. They're…strange.

 

Sometimes I wish there was a way I could just disappear off the face of the Earth.

 

Other times I just wish I was never born. The world wouldn't even miss me, I say in my head.

 

Or, alternately, I would say, when writing a note to my friends and family, the world wouldn't even take the time to notice, anyways.

 

I mean, who would miss the girl that never speaks?

 

The girl that rarely likes to smile?

 

You know, that girl that's broken?

 

Tell me, who would miss the girl who is just so…

 

Gray.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Going...going...gone. =/

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Great story and very good poetry. Some people don't need laughter always around them. The color gray is cool. Good to be at peace and don't need everyone attention. I wanted attention a long time ago. Today I like to be a ghost and try to not create problems. Being missed. You would be by the people who care and love you. A excellent poem. You made me think.
Coyote

[M.A. Van Dyke]

It's hard to say that I liked this... I think that you did a good job getting your feelings on the page. I think that the piece is well written. I like the flow. I appreciate, and even relate to the feelings in a certain way, but I still have a hard time liking it... I'm being vague. Okay, wait, I'm going to take back that I didn't like it. My criticism is that your reasoning is flawed, if that is what you are actually thinking. People will miss you. People will miss you unless you are a Hitler kind of figure. So I'm going to go out on a limb here and bet that you would be missed. Anyway, I've rambled enough, I think that you put something to the page that is valid and well written, even if I don't agree with the premise. Here's to hoping that you don't actually feel what you've written. Good luck!

[Andrew Wright]

Those who understand that grey is another piece of what makes up our entire world; that it is an in between, just like us - in between heaven and hell, good and evil. But if you see it like me, you'll see it as a mixture - like us. Grey may not what be all you make it up to be. I enjoyed this poem; If you're grey... well I think I just told you.

[the-One-with-the-Darkne..]

Sounds like me. Ur very good.

[Cynthia]

Great Poem! I truly understan what you mean, feeling something is missing, ha!
I felt that every christmas like some parts of me was missisng.
Nice written!