Living In The Real World Poem by Concetta Salter

I’m feeling really lonely, so I thought I’d write this poem.
I’ve never felt so empty, so confused, and all alone.
I said I wouldn’t think of them. The friends I use to have.
In the end they let me down, and left me feeling sad.
Even though there was a point, they gave to me some joy.
Soon enough they walked away, abandoned there new toy.
I guess I have a neon sign that sits atop my head.
It reads that I’m a loser who can’t find a trusting friend.
Romance, love, is even worse. It leaves an ache inside.
I gave my heart just once in life. A foolish girl was I.
He seemed the perfect prince for me. So noble and so strong.
In my life I can not say I’ve ever been more wrong.
The outer shell was all I seen. The inside was a mess.
Though maybe I am just as bad. I am, I must confess.
I have to put away these books where happy endings live.
I have to grow up. Now’s the time. I can’t remain a kid.
Maybe if I read some books where things don’t turn out well.
Maybe I’d be less surprised when good things turn to hell.
Romeo and Juliet. A book I never liked.
There happy ending wasn’t there. I cast the book aside.
Maybe though, I should read books where things don’t turn out great.
Maybe now’s the time to start. I hope I’m not to late.
And though I know I shouldn’t read these fairytales no more.
Why than do I feel so lost, as I now close this door?