Isolated Poem by Eman Awad

When all that i have with me,
out of this world is hope in tomorrow.
And when all that was given to me,
is bad memories and agony and sorrow.
What am i supposed to be saying,
about my life when you ask the question?
I remember the times when i was praying,
to have some thing remaining like my direction.
Yes, i've lost my way,
i don't know how old i am, will you take me?
And as it's raining i see a better day,
when they all hide but i run feeling free.
Yes, i've been broken before,
not just one time but so many times.
I look happy but i'm soar,
i'm the endless poems that have no ryhmes.
Don't hold me with your eyes,
you don't want to do this, you don't want me needing you.
And don't say, you wish the otherwise,
you don't want to see the look on my face when we're through.
Maybe you'll love the smile on my face,
and how i talk of my life and laugh about stuff.
But you'll hate being in my place,
and you'll try but it'll get harder and it'll get rough.
You may think that i worth the fight,
and you'll remain loving me for too long.
But you'll quit on me suddenly one night,
and you'll have another place to belong.
You'll try so hard to get through but you won't,
and you'll start to wonder so much about me.
Don't say you're sorry, just don't,
this is as long as life, it may seem endessly.
I can't get my feelings out and i don't want to,
i feel that i'm my only friend and don't you feel sad.
It's not that i never fell in love with you,
it's that people like me end up lost or mad.
Yes, i'm isolated, will you take me,
i've seen a lot that i think that my lost is a gain.
One day i'll be taking off this misery,
and i'll be strong and they will all go and i'll remain.
I know i will, see the dawn of the new day,
and i'll wipe my final tear and just move on.
To the land so serene but so far far away,
maybe i'm isolated but i gain strength from being alone...