Too have so many friends,
None of which can relate to what I feel,
The loneliness, and pain I conceal,
When you disown me,
When in actuality,
You owe me.
I helped you with your problems,
Help me with mine,
Tarnished, and never able to shine,
Here, is where I draw the line.
'I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.'......i go with Emily Bronte......good poem
wow... i know how it feels like when your the only that really know what its like and they all try but its useless... nice poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem, It is so good