standing alone in a crowd of friends
feeling alone, feeling cold
thinking why am i here
why am i in god's green earth
what purpose do i serve in this world?
what makes me different 2 the next person?
better yet what makes him different 2 me?
standing there by myself thinking this
makes me anger
makes the anger grow big and strong
strong enough 2 do anything
feeling this power at my finger tips...
i dont like, the slightest thing could set me off
like a bomb ready 2 go off
and like a bomb ready 2 do what it was made for
destruction
feeling this is no treat 2 me
this feeling comes n goes
but its a feeling i cant control
and not for long anyways
A contest entry
- Desperation leaks through imaginary happiness... by Clinging-to-Life.
800 points, ended July 8, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Im sorry but I had to stop reading after the 6th line because of the lack of grammer and just simple spelling.
Poetry should be written in all letters, not numbers and text format....
It seems you didnt take much time with this...I like the concept and theme, but, I think this needs to be perfected a bit.
thank you for entering nonetheless.
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