What am I going to wear today?
My socks and my shoes have all been worn through
from running all night just to hold lonely Sue.
All of my shirts's shoulders are soaked many times over
from tears that have fallen from poor, bruised Audette.
All of my jackets are simply not here,
but around some girl's pitiful, shivering frame.
What am I going to wear today?
What does it matter?
I have nowhere to go, no one to call.
I have been walking a one way street
with too many people for too many years,
and now...I don't know who I am.
I am a hundred girls' "brother"
yet nobody's heart throb,
and I have learned my leason too late;
good guys always finish last.
What am I...?
A contest entry
- I don't know what to think anymore. by ninja girl 418.
850 points, ended December 30, 2008, 48 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is amazing, i can relate to this very much so. i can feel your emotion. very good write.
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