The Victim
My insecurities are eating me
I feel as if life is cheating me
Karma can’t stand me
Bad luck won’t unhand me
Isolated from my family
And my friends don’t understand me
Ain’t my life just great?
Full of anger, sadness and heartbreak
Some things I wish I could take
But I have failed because of fate.
At the butt of jokes
Always alone
A 72 in high, and 2 ½ inch wide temple is my home
I live inside myself
My heart is where I hide myself.
All by myself
Everyday of every week
My temper has double-crossed my peak
I am under estimated
Emotionally incapacitated
Often considered the most hated.
Blindly called conceited
Always mistreated
But when it comes to memories
I always get deleted.
I live in a world that’s forgotten
Conniving thoughts that are rotten
Since I am always down trodden
I might as well be picking cotton
And doing the work of oxen
While grazing the field
Keeping to myself is my only shield.
It’s scary living in a world of billions
Out of everyone I am the chameleon
I am never seen and have gone unnoticed
No one would notice if I hocus pocused
But I’m always focused
And treated like a stranger
Everyday I am forced to be angered
If everyone else in the world died
I don’t know if I’d miss them
Because my whole life
I was treated as the victim…
Copyright © Reginald Sellers | Year Posted 2005
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