Ignored

Ignored feelings,
Ignored thoughts;
I made this poem,-- but it was wrong.

Ignored words,
Ignored style;
I tried my hardest,-- but it wasnt fine.

Every little word
typed in this blank,
has a meaning and a sound;
It was written with the heart.

Then they are deleted,
with no words bedhind.
They are misplaced,
it was empty and unkind.

When someone writes a poem;
mind in reading.
It involves at least one story,
that's worth your feeling.

They are not empty words,
trapped in a paper piece.
They are my rhymes thoughts...
about anything I might feel.

If you can't see between the lines...
Why you open for us to write?
If you can't read the feelings inside...
Don't call youself poet, call yourself a fag.

How angry this makes me.
I put my soul in everywrite.
I follow rules from first to last
I feel disgusted for ignorance.

At least give me a critic;
so i can improve.
Don't be so cynic...
Eveyone wants the truth.

This poem is for every ignored feeling, style, words, or thought.
For every single poem ignored, and forgot.
For every little line that wasnt worth reading.
But that inside it all it had more that one dry and lame meaning.