Sorrow
my life is filled with sorow
cant wait till the day tomorrow
i live my life in shame
because people treat my love as it was a game
i try my best to be the real me
but no one knows what i see
i live my life day by day
hearing people say
"thats life"
yes, i know but it feels like a stab from a knife
i cry to myself in shame and regret
why do i feel this pain, thats what i dont get...
why do we live like this?
Copyright © Liz Norsic | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment