Poetry

I wallow through my life
not knowing who I am.
I have pent-up rage
that can only be let out by my hand.
It's engraved in my heart
that I'm not good enough
and I hear once again
"You're just not good at this stuff."
My damaged soul can take no more
'Cause this life left me nothing but
cuts, bruises, and scars.
No one seem to understand me
not even myself
I sometimes wish
I was somebody else
As I sit all alone, my heart full with fright
I hope for someone to console me and tell me
I'll be alright.

As I lay in my bed and cry
I ask myself and wonder why
I lay in bed and weep and weep
until I cry myself to sleep
The story is odd, to me it seems strange
But hopefully someday the story will change
His name is Justin, he is very smart
he is so beautiful, he's God's work of art
I can't explain how much he meant to me
Everything about him was perfect, you see
He's the most amazing guy I've ever seen
He didn't seem bossy, pushy or mean
When he was around I could smile forever
All year through, from January to December
But how my world is upside down
And now my smile is nothing but a frown
Cause now the man that I admire
is probably cuddling with his girlfriend by a fire
He's found another girl to take my place
Am I jealous...I rest my case
But he has no idea how I feel
But hey, he's got a girlfriend, so no big deal
He's got someone else to love and to hold
to keep her warm when she is cold
to buy her gifts, and candy, and rings
flowers, and jewelry, and some other things
He is so gorgeous, he is so great
I want to someday be his date
Now I don't know what I should do
If I told him I loved him, I wouldn't feel like a fool
But now I guess that it is too late
Cause now he's probably out on a date
I love him so much I can't even say
Will it ever be my turn, will I have my day?
I better end this poem before I start to cry
Before I break down, and feel like I could die
But all I know is my heart's been stolen
And all I feel now is heartbroken.