If Only...
I know I should be happy,
but I am sad.
I should be proud,
but I am ashamed.
I went to see everyone,
I hold dear,
and was afraid to talk.
Trying to get close,
but felt like repealed back.
That circle I hate,
when there is no spot for me.
Why do I coke up.
Does people see me?
Or am I hiding myself,
in this mist of doubt,
and sorrow.
Want to be a part,
but never really learned,
to be a part.
Always alone on those Saturdays,
watching everyone else,
have their fun day.
Guess I'm so used
to be alone.
That when some people come,
I move myself away.
I am disgusted about myself,
of my actions today,
and me, myself couldn't bring,
you guys to my home.
If only I could be there,
in that circle.
If only I could be part,
of something big.
If only I could be,
loved.
If only I could be,
Myself.
If only...
Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2009
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