Selfish Poem by hidden poet
Selfish
I sit alone.
All alone.
All the time.
I think about myself
and what I wish I could be-
what I wish I could have.
What I wish for.
What I want.
I just realized
that the day is gone
and I have done nothing.
It's all been about me.
When I want to die
I realize
that this is how
I have spent the day-
how I have spent my life.
Now I will spend my time
on other people-
not on myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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9/23/2024 5:58:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I just wrote a poem on Selfish, so I was reading other poems with that title. I liked your poem lots. Take care. Sincerely, Connie