Post by DarkVortex on Nov 10, 2005 15:44:29 GMT -5
The questions run through my mind once everyday.
Wishing I was known differently or looked another way.
To myself I am the aftermath of a horrendous, filthy war.
While looking out to afar I could only wish there was more.
I am known as the one who existed, only to fail.
Drifting upon my bank of selfless tears as I set sail.
I am forever alone within this mask of unforgiving hate.
Upon thy death your words will be much to late.
The worlds eyes are cruel from every corner they stare.
I am indeed unattractive, and this pain I am aware.
Sick, tired, and disgusted I have literally become.
The number zero is all thats left of my spirit's sum.
This poem is of its own shame for it is what I feel!
This pain of being not what eyes adore I learn to deal.
Don't tread upon my dignity and prove this poem right.
For I have realized, I fall into no ones sight.
Wishing I was known differently or looked another way.
To myself I am the aftermath of a horrendous, filthy war.
While looking out to afar I could only wish there was more.
I am known as the one who existed, only to fail.
Drifting upon my bank of selfless tears as I set sail.
I am forever alone within this mask of unforgiving hate.
Upon thy death your words will be much to late.
The worlds eyes are cruel from every corner they stare.
I am indeed unattractive, and this pain I am aware.
Sick, tired, and disgusted I have literally become.
The number zero is all thats left of my spirit's sum.
This poem is of its own shame for it is what I feel!
This pain of being not what eyes adore I learn to deal.
Don't tread upon my dignity and prove this poem right.
For I have realized, I fall into no ones sight.