My Reality Poem by Cory Calder

I sit in my room,

Alone, day and night.

Dying of gloom,

Curled up tight.

Reflecting my woe,

In the poems I write.

Inspired by poets like Poe,

Every single night.

I break my back,

For her every day.

Then write what I lack,

In poems, in every way.

Her is my grandmother,

She hates my rhymes.

She is such a bother,

arguing all of those times.

Some support for,

My poems would be great.

Instead she starts a war,

Because of her hate.

I’m lonely,

A painful fact.

My love is only,

for that special person I attract.

Who am I deceiving,

That will never be.

No love I’m receiving,

There is something wrong with me.

What it is, I don’t know.

Yet the way they ignore,

Makes it show.

When I implore,

They just say no.

So here I’m a stray,

Can’t go forward or back.

Just praying that some day,

I will get what I lack.