A conversation with myself

I'm sorry i didnt make life better for you, when i look back now and see where I went wrong, i wish i knew then what i know now.
I think life would of been diffrent in many ways.
I think you may not have got bullied, you may of had lots of friends, been happy, or least got away with pretending you were happy and life was great just like all the popular crowd at school used to convince people they were.
Only now do we outsiders relise they were hating life or just as depressed as us.
Been away from school way over a year now and look how far you have come,
you are actually on the right track, heading forward, feeling strong, not just any old job but an actual career that will take you anywhere, setting a path for your future, working all week long, saving money ready for when you travel the world.
But can you tell me why, you still cry at night, why do you still cry for that missing piece in your life.
You say everybody around you has it and you want it, everybody needs it, craves it, deserves it, eventually has it. But you wonder why it hasnt come to you yet.
You cry and wonder if it will ever come to you.
I know why you cry now, you want to be loved and love someone, you think there is nobody out there for you, you think your not a person worth loving, you think it will never happen for you, you dont think you can reach your dreams without it.
Your lonley, but ready and waiting for it to come along.
I wish there was something i could say to make it better, but i cant,
after all its myself im talking to.



Poetry by princess
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Written on 2006-12-03 at 17:36

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