Sometimes Poem by Tracy Castelluccio

Sometimes I wonder
Why I live the life I live,
Is it because I am nice,
And I love to give.
Why am I so kind,
Which I don't mind,
Others try hurt me,
I never see It coming.
My friends.
My family.
They must think I am blind.
Sometimes I want to hide.
My feelings.
My dreams.
My hopes.
My screams.
This is me, myself and I.
This is how I feel
Deep down inside.
Sometimes I wonder
If I will ever choose
The right path to live.
Meet the man of my dreams
Offer my heart
Offer my soul
I have so much
More that I want to give.
I am decent
I am kind
I want you to think of me
In your mind.
Sometimes I wonder
If there is someone out there
For me, For You
That has a heart of gold,
That makes are wishes
Our hopes
Our dreams come true.
Sometimes I think I want
You all to know why
I choose the way I live
I am nice
I am caring
In my heart
In my soul
I have alot
More to give.
Find that right person
To make me
To make him
To make us whole...