Crystal Owen Poet Free verse

My Confession

My Name: Unimportant
My Age: irrelevant
My Grade: Doesn't matter
My Self: Unwanted
You may stand there and wonder "Why?",
I have my reasons,
No-one knows and no-one cares,
Everyone has their own agenda,
But me,
Mine doesn't matter,
They might say they care, but they don't,
They say, "I love you," but it's a joke,
I care about me,
No-one else matters,
They don't know me,
You don't either,
Because my confession
Is my passion,
My outlet,
My pillow,
My way out,
And no-one understands.

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Jessica Woolum December 15, 2011 at 6:32 AM This is a very sad poem, but extremely well written. I hope you realize some day that people do love you. Even a total stranger may love you. And there's always SOMEONE on this earth who understands. Even if it's merely one person. Good luck.