I don't know why, but sometimes I feel like nobody cares for me...
no matter how many times they tell me that they do.
For some reason, I have a hard time accepting,
whether or not that is true.
I cry for no reason sometimes,
because I have no idea
what is going on in my mind.
Sometimes, I like to be alone-
that way, no one can see this me
who I don't like to be.
They can't see my tears and find out
that one of my worst fears is being alone.
I'm in rising water, and I can't swim;
the view I had of land is getting very dim.
How long can I stay afloat
on this ocean, without a boat?
I wonder if this is how it's supposed to be-
just me, out on an open sea.
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