Poem VII.

They always go with the wind

Unable to fly away, though

I can't seem to find the time

To understand what

It truly means

To love someone.

I can't believe

What I've become

I can no longer

Tell the world

My views without

Being turned down

Or rejected in some way

Nobody ever listens

To me and my ideas.

Why can't god

See that I'm trying my hardest?

Why can't the world see

That nobody is in

Love with me,

So forever I stand here-

Forged in my heart

I will forever stand here alone,

Rotten until I'm old

Until I'm grey,

Until I have no one

To go and comfort

My lost hopes

And my lost dreams.