Just a random thought of the way I have felt in my life.
Shelley
The one they forgot
All I ever wanted
Was to make someone proud
Especially those I loved
So they would say it out loud
If they'd take me as I am
Instead of whom I am not
Telling me I am worthless
Without an afterthought
Standing in a crowded room
I'd remember those words
With my heard screaming inside
to the point of no return
I tried so hard to please them
That I forgot to please myself
Until one day I realized
I'm the only one I have left
Shelley B. King
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Mistake | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| The Christmas Box | 2 | 07/08/2009 |
| Thinking of Savannah | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Five Years SInce You Left | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| One Year Since Savannah Left | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| Little Butterfly | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| Acceptance | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| For my Baby Butterfly | 1 | 07/08/2009 |
| Butterfly, Where Are You | 0 | 07/08/2009 |
| The one they forgot | 0 | 07/07/2009 |
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