Something I wrote from last year.
Am I a person who doesn't exist, no identity,no personality,no heart. Maybe I'm just a nobody.
I have people surrounding me, but I still feel alone.
Poeple think I'm strange,freaky,or just plain weird and I have accepted that for reasons...UNKNOWN.
I have best friends,but they never call. I never call.
People enjoy me,but do I? Maybe not.
I feel like a gem in rock, Ugly in a crowd but gorgeous on my own.
I try to help,but only chaos comes. That's why I try to keep my distance.
I feel like I'm going insane, but my friends are my medicine.
I guess I'm worth something in this chaotic world, even though I seem to pest most.
If I do DIE...I KNOW that people will be sad. So that's what keeps me going,knowing someone DOES care.
I'm worth something to close ones, but if I DO find a true love. Then I hope I'm priceless. That's how much I'm worth. By:Someone who thinks too much. May 2006
Haisoj#1 · Sat Dec 02, 2006 @ 01:20am · 3 Comments |