Screaming at the top of my lungs

I am an orb.

I am full of love.

I love everybody and everything.

All of this compassion is killing me.

Screaming at the top of my lungs.

I need love too.

Nobody's listening

Nobody cares.

Reviews

[Whales]

I care about yo face mang.

[Cosmic kid]

Only my face.

[Whales]

yes.

[Cosmic kid]

Great.

[Admiral Kirk]

I feel the exact same way! I dish out love like it's free or something, but I never get anything back... Excellent poem! I like it. I wrote a poem that sort of illustrates this topic some time ago, but it's a bit longer... Glad to be able to relate.

Oh, and there is a small spelling error. I believe "nobodies" ought to be "nobody's", but if it's not, then never mind...

[Cosmic kid]

Yeah you're right it was a late night poem I guess that's why there are more mistakes and it's shorter then my other poems but I feel as if the night is when I am the most emotional.

[Admiral Kirk]

Me too. That's when most of my depressive episodes are, when I'm sleeping or about to be. And I write best depressed. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Open the door to many kind of visions. Love can make us desire life and death? A very good poem.
Coyote