You don’t know what it is like to be me.
To hear them laugh out loud as others make fun of me.
To see them stare as I walk by.
To hold it all inside and try not to cry.
They go to each others houses and talk on the phone.
I have no one; I am all alone.
My family asks me if I am feeling okay.
I lie, because what would I say?
I haven’t known happiness in a while.
When it’s expected I’ll use that plastic smile.
In my room is the place that I hide.
Sometimes I even contemplate my suicide.
But I am not ready to give up- not just yet.
There is someone for everyone, I try not to forget.
I keep hoping that someone will come my way.
I just hope that day isn’t to far away.
I fear my heart is a portal with a locked door.
Love was inside once but not anymore.
I hope somebody will find the skeleton key.
You just don’t know what it’s like to be me.
A wonderful poem, Serena! You are not the only and the first one to feel like that. Life has its twists and turns, and like you I am also convinced that: There is someone for everyone, I try not to forget. I keep hoping that someone will come my way. I just hope that day isn’t too far away. Someone will come and find you, and love you for whatever you are. No need to worry about: You just don’t know what it’s like to be me. Cheer up, lady!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love this poem.... rate 10