I guess you could say this is a tribute to a friend of mine, who I find scary and intimidating because he got inside my head so quickly...leastways the last stanza is about him.
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Why.
Probably the shortest question you can ask
A question I find myself asking every day
Why is that?
Why do I feel like such a screw up?
Why do people care?
Why do all my closest friends live in different states?
Why do I even have friends?
What do people see
In this personality I let them see?
Why am I so afraid
To let people in?
This is why I hid
I'm not ready to let anyone see the real me
Your the closest friend I see each day
And your the closest to see the real me
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Alright folks, here's the deal, I switched my site to only show one day on the main page so that you won't have to scroll as much, my text box is really weird and I have no idea how to fix it so yeah, whenever I update will be when I have a few poems so promise me you will look through at least all the poems on the main page.
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