in darkness

Tell me- how does it feel

to sit here and stare 

at me

I close my eyes

 avoiding the laughter

can't pinch myself and tell me

 this isn't  real

thought it would be different

that you would see what

loneliness really meant

tell me- how do you live

when all that you receive is the

hate that you give

to me

I try to laugh 

saying that this is all

a dream 

thought it would be different

that you would see what

sadness really meant

you- scream at me

sneer so easily throw me across your shoulder

push me like I'm the 

boulder

that annoys you

that can't show you

that it would be different

that you would see me 

you would know me 

and know

what loneliness really meant 

the sadness that can't be bent

by my sister and I 

Reviews

[W R Stowe]

You appear to posses a wisdom ahead of your years," tell me- how do you live
when all that you receive is the
hate that you give
to me" these lines got my attention because it is so much like the golden rule.Keep on writing you seem to make sense,God bless