The Life I Live

This life I live

It's going to hell

It's all going wrong

There's no way out of here

 

People blame me for stupid things

I try to tell them

I didn't do it

But they believe your lies over me

 

No one ever seems to care

Or even notice me

I guess I'm invisable

I'm here for no one to see

 

My friends

Their all freaks

They live their life

Free of everything

 

I'm growing apart from everyone else

I'm constantly searching

Trying to find my true self

But I always come up too short

 

I guess that's what life is about

Always coming up short

And always having doubt

Is there any way around it?

 

One by one the questions

Begin to pile up

But you'll never get any answers

Just answers that are slightly too shy of their true meaning

Author's Note

Yeah, I know, I'm a terrable poet and this poem defenately needs help.....comment and rate please.

Reviews

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Well...I liked it for it's guts.
I can see the writer's topic is pressing down with a terrible burden and that comes through clearly but oddly enough....there is a little glimmer of self understanding within the lines that leads this reader to believe that there is a thread of self understanding that stands strong and is the first little beginnings of self. I think it is a thoughtful little write which captures the angst of growing up and feeling alienated within ones own world very well. A worthy topic and well explored. Keep up the good work...