Poetry is my way of yelling,
About all the little things,
That are happening
My expressions,
Are my deep emotions.
Of all those,
Who have cut my life into emotional tension.
Its funny how much I hate,
The little things about you.
And yet ask why?
I wonder all day and night
About you?
I need someone,
Who will care about me.
Like I wasn't just like anyone,
And who'd smile at me,
Because I was simply
Me....
Suelana, we all need someone to love us, dear. We all need a release for our emotional pains and stresses too. For us tho, poetry fills that release. I felt the emotions and sadness here as you yelled and let out your cry of desolation. This is so passionately and poignantly written. Thanx for sharing. Barbara
Like they say we alway hate the ones we love, no one else seems to get to us in that fashion. Never stop being yourself and you will someday find he inner peace ad true happiness that you are looking for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey Sushi! I read ur poems. By far i feel like most poets or any artists can relate to ur recent 'My Deepest.' Everyone will always long to feel liked for who they are, but sometimes certain ppl will go out of the'ir way to change themselves in order to fit in. I hope u know by now that our friendship means a lot to me. I do respect you for you and never should you change. Take care and keep writing. It's a good release for everything. *hugs*