Some-days, I wished that I was shunned
With goodwill to my family and friends I would not fund,
I choose to be happy and peaceful and left all alone
Sometimes I wish that I am not noticed or even known.
It would be great not to hear the frequent knock upon my door
No one asking me for help or talking to me about the poor,
I would love to have a day that my phone would not ever ring
Especially with the worries and gossip that it always does bring.
Some people hate it to be rejected and ignored
But, for myself I have wished for it, and to others I have implored,
How I hope most of the time that no one would talk to me
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,coldness