We share a bond
That can't be seen
It can't be heard
And sometimes...
It can't be felt
You've been my hero
Since before i knew what
a hero was
i've always adored
What i can never be
i was proud
To be known as
Felicia's little sister
It was my favorite name
i still makes me smile
i've been injured
by how you feel
about who i am
often times i sit and think
am i really that bad?
you will never know
how it feels to be
shunned by your hero
to be yelled at
by you're champion
i've had assignments
that say to write about...
anything as long as its true
and i've always written about you
still you think i don't care
You think i don't hear
what you really
think of me
that i hear your true thoughts
from someone else's mouth
you don't talk much to me
i cant seem
to talk to you
instead i'll write a million poems
that you wont ever behold
Author notes
number two in a series of poems about bottles up feelings...my therapist says its good to here what people say about poems I write, for them to ask questions and me answer them...especially if its a stranger...so please help me.
Written July 30th, 2006
