Maybe I'm not in a poetic mood this evening these words won't come out of my head
nothing I think sounds like it should can't find the poetry in me
The night is still as worry drifts in
what if I never found happiness?
who will love me when I am old and no longer someone's child
ever felt like you've been used
as if you've been treated unkind?
ever stopped to wonder
if anyone will be there when you die
Will anyone care
Does anyone love me
or am I this world's quietest ghost
creeping through life's corridors
as timid as a mouse
i watch this world
stepping back and aside
I open my mouth and fear to speak for what fury will come out
bitter and desperate
for some kindness
for someone to be my friend