No one’s listening
by Oofki on Feb.03, 2011, under Poems
What am I doing in this place,
Why was I sent with this mind,
The days are tiring,
I can see clearly in the nights I’m not blind,
Like the others before me,
Everything’s not okay this time.
I am fueled with a hate,
That I have yet to find,
It’s some sort of secret passion,
Lodged forever in the subconscious of my mind,
Without the key the purpose I will never know,
I have even thought I am supposed to stand tall,
And bring justice to this world,
But we all know how that goes.
Failure upon failure,
I know my faults I see the smallest hair of,
The beast that you are scared of,
And the evil that he brings,
I’ve been there too,
I’ve seen when he sings.
But where is my place in all of this,
The past, the present, the futures written,
Changes for the best I feel are,
The only changes that could have been.
We all know we change we grow,
From then to a fragile being,
With no knowledge then overflow,
With wisdom of the world all over,
At this time it goes to waste though,
When you turn your head to look,
The room is empty,
No one was listening.