Thread: The Life I Made!

I begin my day as i always do a
hand stretched out as i wake up to
no one there , i smile as i realize that
thing's just wouldn't be the same if
i had someone.

People say that a life lived well
is a life filled with dreams and good
friends , i find this odd since i have been
doing fine and have yet to need a hand
to hold.

there are just so many things that
i have yet to see in my self that make
me wonder why i think lonelyness is my best
friend , things just wouldn't be the same if
i changed the way i am right now.

I looked in the mirror today and rubbed my jaw
thinking that things are just so quiet and i find
this comforting for the fact that things always
seem to get complicated as things are added to
something that i have always lived with and had
no problem living with.

People don't understand me like they
say they do , they put on a smile and pat
my back saying it will be OK one day , how
can they know that when i have always liked
how i am?

Only god knows why i am the way i am
but faith in him seems to fade as each day
goes by and i hear that voice in my head
screaming to have company , i have ignored
it so many time now and it seems to be fading.

I feel #1 but I'm always last in line why is it that
i feel one way and live another ? , i guess
its the price you pay for being who you really are
no matter what the world does or Say's , things
just seem so hard but i would be lost if things
got better.

this poem is about how you live your life and wake up
and realise that things are the way you made them and you
are fine with that but with how people are always trying
to make you *feel* better it only makes you worse why cant
they realise that ?

any comments or sugetions are welcomed