Passing Me By

A Description of how I felt at one point in my life.

I sit watching others work and scurry by as the world passes me by.

 

Never to speak a word, a code of silence as the world passes me by.

 

I sometimes get the urge to say something. Maybe add change to this cycle but easier thought then done. I can never get the nerve to speak up, as the world passes me by.

 

So much is happening. If only I can step up and be a part of it but I stay quiet and let the world pass me by.

 

I sit up in my room alone looking out my window at the world passing me by.

 

I do wish someone could come and talk to me. Ive been alone for so very long. So long, that Ive been slowly losing pieces of my sanity. Its just me and my thoughts while the world passes me by.

 

I start to hear voices talking to me but I never answer back. Living in a room of solitude while the world passes me by.

Author's Note

maybe be some grammar errors. I never really done a formal poem before so please bare with me.