Stars are pretty,
they shine all night and look down at you
and mock you because more people see them
in a single minute then will ever see you or me.
But thats true to everyone isn't it?
Rain drops fall on the tear stained cheeks of the unoticed,
eyes are turned away from truths no one wants to know,
So about me?
My story is not one I wish to tell,
what can I say?
I have secrets, and friends,
enemies, and lies I've told,
I was born to this earth lost,
no purpose,
wanting something more.
Am I really that much different than you?
Author notes
Don't know what to say about it. This came from what I put up in the about me section on myspace. We all search our entire lives for a purpose. For a meaning to our existance. We are always wanting more. Is it human nature? A design flaw? Or am I one of the few who are tormented by such questions?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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very good
maybes its a combination of the three.
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you like huh?
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