All alone surrounded by millions
Colors brilliant against the gray hues
Everyone seems happy but me
Grey skin tinged black
Hands reaching out for anything.... anyone
To notice and pause and maybe speak
Whisper perhaps even if ti's to spread a rumor
To darken the gray to bleak and lonely black again...
All alone...
In the midst of millions
Who only see themselves.
Author notes
why is it emotional slumps always cause me to write... why do i have to feel like crap to write.... wth... grrr
Please tell me what you think
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"All alone...
In the midst of millions
Who only see themselves. "
pretty good ending..
and you know, everyone has something that pushes them to write, it's always a strong powerful emotion that gives you this urge to express what's inside you in the beautiful form of a poem.. and for you it's sadness and anger mainly.. you shouldn't be so upset bout that, just see how those feelings that you don't really like are giving out such great pieces of poetry
~rana~
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But everyone gets tired of sadness and anger all the time eventually lol thanks for reading. ^_^
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