Why me
Sometimes I wonder why me?My friends have left and gone away.
My boyfriend hasleft and gone to war to serve his country for the pour. And still I wonder why me?
I sit in a four cornered room in the house and wonder why my life has left me. I am but a shadow on the wall no where to run no where to crawl. My life seems unfair, crooked and mean, Or am I just thinking of something thoughtless and unseen? The world is trashed from hatered and pollution and still no one cares about the revolution. And still I wonder why me? The war is over and the battle too and still no word. So here I sit in a shadow of a four cornered box without no friends, love or feelings. Still I wonder why me?
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