Useless Poet (The Whole Story) Poem by Eman Awad

I started to question my use,
am i only a useless poet or a useless heart.
For i've been through pain and abuse,
and the one i'm usefull for tare me apart.
What's my problem and who i am? ?
and useless poetry wasn't the only seam.
Was the problem, he didn't understand?
he never understood that he killed my dream.
And i dreamt such a simple dream of mine,
some one to love truely and write my poetry for.
I wanted to write about a smile and a sign,
all lead me to the one i love and i really adore.
He never understood my poem,
he was talking of his wish for a fairy tale.
He knew not he's my home,
and his love isn't just strong but a gale.
Some times i miss him but,
then i remember the pain and all the lies.
Once he was all i've got,
and now i hate my self looking in his eyes.
I thought we were two worlds apart,
but we are coming together by the time.
Now i know i never had his heart,
and nothing about him was ever mine.
I was misslead, the story of my life,
i'll get over him and i will love again.
But how long will i manage to survive,
when will i forget all of this sadness and pain?
I say it's soon for i loved a lier,
and beyond lies went his horrible acts.
He isn't some one to admire,
and this was told by all of the facts.
I'm not a useless poet, that i know,
some day some one will understand.
This pain will stop to grow,
and my pencil will blossom in my hand.
I'm not a useless poet, if my words got through,
through minds and not all minds, those've been hurt.
I'm usefull in so many ways to you,
i fight your pain and my weapon is my word,
i fight my pain and no longer i'll be hurt...