You Don't Know Me

Another sad poem.

You don't know who I really am,

The pain that I go though.

Every day

Is the same old s**t.

Walking these halls

all alone.

Stares

Seeping into my flesh.

Eating away at my soul.

My insides decaying

second by second.

All I can do is wait

For my day to come

When all will fade away

Reviews

[H]

seems more like a jumble of thoughts than a poem to me, but then again, i'm not the best poet. the line that spoke to me the most was 'every day is the same old s**t.' that's my life in a nutshell.