This Life

This is my only outlet,my words my thoughts my poetry my life is slipping out of my hands,late at night when i cant sleep i think of bad things,and sad things.i cry and think why am i alone in this world? am i that depressing and sad,maybe to unpretty?perhaps. at night i dream up a man who is my equal,tall, hansome, funny, and sweet. but who can you really trust? men can lie and say sweet nothings and have there way,should i let them have me? would i regret?or should i do what is right. and what i want to be true. i will wait forever to be with a man who says "I LOVE YOU" and really mean it someone who can be my bestfriend,my mother, my father, my sister, my brother, my everything. after all my thoughts are through i remain in the same whole same place,... my life