Post by Fallinggaze on Dec 31, 2010 15:58:28 GMT -6
This is a poem/song that I wrote. I feel my family is turning against me more within every second, as you will see, so if you have any advice, please post it. :-( Towards to end, I got REALLY[/u][/i] depressed, and that's why it doesn't rhyme at the end.
When sitting in my room,
After a long, long day,
Thinking of what's happened,
My friends, that never stay.
The thought that strikes me most,
Is one that is so sad,
My sisters treat me horribly,
As if I have been bad.
You probrably wonder why, now,
Why they treat me this way,
The answer is I don't know,
About the tragity today.
Sitting in this corner,
Conforts me well too much,
Wondering about my homework,
Wishing I had a magic touch.
Excluding I am used to,
Perhaps a bit galore,
Another thing I wonder of,
Is why I ask for more.
Ask for more, you crazy? You say,
Yes, I try, I try all day,
Getting along with siblings,
They think it's not okay.
This forces me to sum my feelings,
A poem it's into,
Because I'm always feeling,
Sad, down, and in the blue.
I walk alone in the hallways,
Not an aquantice to talk with,
Happy, glad you say I am?
Happy is a myth.
How I surrvive, I never know,
How I will make new friends,
Until the end of middle school,
Until the actual 'End'.
And If I die, without a friend,
Forgotten I shall be,
Forgotten forever,
For no one would've known about me.
Sit back my friend,
Sit back and listen,
The flaws in life,
To tell of for now.
She has but 3 friends,
Which are slowly breaking off,
The petals in the Summer breeze,
Nothing but a star in the sky.
The simplist game,
Can be a challenge if you don't have the correct pieces,
For you to imagine,
Or to not play the game at all.
When the smallest tree in the forest,
Goes to fall down to the ground,
It may have an effect on the forest,
The tiniest changes that matter.
But what these words mean?
Think careful and slow,
For when I tell you some more,
It may become clear.
After a long, long day,
Thinking of what's happened,
My friends, that never stay.
The thought that strikes me most,
Is one that is so sad,
My sisters treat me horribly,
As if I have been bad.
You probrably wonder why, now,
Why they treat me this way,
The answer is I don't know,
About the tragity today.
Sitting in this corner,
Conforts me well too much,
Wondering about my homework,
Wishing I had a magic touch.
Excluding I am used to,
Perhaps a bit galore,
Another thing I wonder of,
Is why I ask for more.
Ask for more, you crazy? You say,
Yes, I try, I try all day,
Getting along with siblings,
They think it's not okay.
This forces me to sum my feelings,
A poem it's into,
Because I'm always feeling,
Sad, down, and in the blue.
I walk alone in the hallways,
Not an aquantice to talk with,
Happy, glad you say I am?
Happy is a myth.
How I surrvive, I never know,
How I will make new friends,
Until the end of middle school,
Until the actual 'End'.
And If I die, without a friend,
Forgotten I shall be,
Forgotten forever,
For no one would've known about me.
Sit back my friend,
Sit back and listen,
The flaws in life,
To tell of for now.
She has but 3 friends,
Which are slowly breaking off,
The petals in the Summer breeze,
Nothing but a star in the sky.
The simplist game,
Can be a challenge if you don't have the correct pieces,
For you to imagine,
Or to not play the game at all.
When the smallest tree in the forest,
Goes to fall down to the ground,
It may have an effect on the forest,
The tiniest changes that matter.
But what these words mean?
Think careful and slow,
For when I tell you some more,
It may become clear.
