WHY ME?
I have no idea
What is prompting me
to write this poem tonight.
I feel compelled,
To set me free,
because my life's
Not going right.
I used to pray consistantly,
But somewhere, there,
Along the way,
I lost my truth,
I lost myself,
Here I sit, now, silently.
Those folks I loved
So hard and true,
So many, now,
Where have they gone?
I feel much older
Than my years.
The emotions I felt,
Were they all wrong?
I've been devoured!
It hurts to think!
Tears flow wildly,
I'm on the brink....
Of madness,
Is this real or not?
Where is the truth,
For which I fought?
I am crazy in society!
They feed in frenzy,
On such, as me.
I can't survive the games.
The rules are made for them,
Not me, a...fool!
This will travel far,
I know!
Am I willing
To be known
As a simpleton?
I don't think
Anyone wants that,
But, I am insane
With grief, tonight!
"What grief?", you ask,
Well, let me say!
It's the kind
That never goes away!
It's the kind...
Which follows, everywhere!
The kind that
Lives on one's despair!
I've known the joys
Of hopes and dreams,
But, somehow, the thought,
Now, makes me scream!
For they were
Of this world...
My dreams!
They can't be real...
With raveled seams.
So little do I ask of life...
To be filled, constantly
With strife!
This makes no sense,
I am aware!
My misery,
My sickening despair...
Disjointed gibberish,
This mewling, whine!
I'm missing the point!
My soul's not blind...
But, here I am...in 2001!
Are there more like me?
Am I the only one?
Why me, Lord?
Am I the only one?
Glenda�2001
I'LL GET BYE
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