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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I hate how I look My life is a book Page after page I am still full of rage I sit here alone No one answers the phone No one to listen I am stuck here missing I wish someone would care Or at least recognize that I am here I am not invisible but I feel unseen Does anybody out there no what I mean I talk to myself because I am always here Sick of whining sick of shedding tears I am tired of helping others who don’t appreciate Damn tired of all those who choose to hate Who I am and where I been in the past So sick of nice guys finishing last I take it out on my girl even though she loves me so much I am afraid my illness will slowly crush All feeling she has deep in her heart But I will continue to fight with all that I got I never gave up although once I gave in But I couldn’t accomplish the ultimate sin I took pills and woke up full of regret And till this day I will never forget Where I been and the road I traveled I am losing control of my lifelong battle Just want someone to listen so I can stand free Is there anybody out there feeling like me I wake up weaker than the day before But the baby is screaming he needs more Time I don’t have to share all day I wish I had time to sit and play But instead I am stuck in the sink Dish after dish I continue to think Why me and why has no one noticed the change Can’t they see my life is starting to rearrange So much to get done yet no ****ing time Sick of being here trying to produce a rhyme Why do I vent to paper page after page Because the ****ing paper filters my rage Because it seems like I am talking to myself When al I am looking for is help I am not crazy just misunderstood Why can’t the feelings that I do have always be good
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