I'm lonely.
I'll admit that.

When I was in school,
I noticed that everyone had a friend with them.

That's when the feeling hit me,
I was alone.

I have friends,
but they'd pick someone else other than me
if given the chance.

I know that I should be sad,
that I should be asking for friends,
that I should be needy.

But that's not who I am.
If I've made it this far without anyone constantly there for me,
who's to say I need one now?

I've been alone,
and I might always be.
But honestly, I have no problem with that.

Let them talk,
let them judge!
It doesn't matter unless I let it matter.

I know I should be crying,
that I should feel an emptiness,
but I don't.
And I won't.

Everyday I give people the benefit of the doubt.
I believe that good is in them.

I just can't seem to understand
why people take advantage of that.

I gave you a chance,
don't take it for granted.

To be honest,
I'm starting to lose hope.

The belief that held out so strongly throughout my life
is starting to thin out.

I'm not one to hold grudges,
but I'm not one to forget.

Just because I gave you another chance,
does not mean I've ignored what you did.

It does not mean your slate is clean,
it does not mean you're in my good graces.

I'm simply giving you another chance.

I used to always smile.
I was always so happy.

I loved life.
I really did.

I realized that people never liked me.
Not one bit.

They'd use me.
They'd ask me for answers and favors.
I was just a post to lean on when times got tough.

I was never their "go-to" person.
I was their last resort.

I realized that I didn't like living like that.
I cried.

They asked me if I was okay.
Not because they cared, but because it made them look good.

I was a charity case.
A thing that they could use to their advantage.

"This isn't like you. Where's the girl I know?"
How could they ask that?
They didn't bother to learn a thing about me.

A smile came back.
Not mine, but one did.

It was forced.
No one could tell that it was.

I used to smile until my face got sore.
The smile was big enough to hide my true self.

If you took one look at my eyes,
You can see sadness, pain, and longing.

They didn't bother.
They were ashamed to talk to me anyway.

The smile was forged, a fake made from gold.
The next time you smile, think.
Is it real or is it your cover?

I've been shattered
countless times,
each time cracking in a different way.
Every time I pick myself up,
every little piece of me,
I always pick up a little hope.
Hope that everything will turn out okay,
hope that I'd find someone
or something to save me.
It always comes crashing down.
I've hoped for so long, that I'm starting to lose it.
I'm losing hope
in getting out of this miserable state.
I then realized,
hope was an illusion.
A simple hallucination in my mind.
I've never had it,
and I'll never get it.

"Please stay I love you."
I love you too.

I love the way you never acknowledge me.
How you never seemed to notice I was there.

I love the way you called me names.
How you called me annoying and troublesome.
How you called me stupid and weak.

I love the way you always left me.
How you never wanted to talk to me.

I love how you were ashamed to be around me.
How you walked away from me in public.

I love the way you toyed with me.
How you treated me like an experiment.
Like I was a thing for you to test out.

Why do you spit out lies?
We both know you don't mean it.
Is this another game for you?

You put me through hell.
I'm nothing to you.
I'm leaving you forever.

One day, when I'm on my deathbed,
I'll know that I made the right decision.

You're blind to their faults
Others will see it
You won't

You're taken with them
Others won't see what you do
But you won't see what others do

"They're perfect for me"
That's what you think
When you think you're in love

Truth comes like a storm
It destroys what you think are your feelings
It flushes out the rest

But after the storm
You see the barren land
That was originally there

You see the truth

All my life,
I'd been a sweet girl,
an eccentric girl,
a caring girl,
a passionate girl.

Your little girl
is on the edge of insanity,
fueled by desperation
and loneliness.

Your sweet, loving girl
is crying her heart out.
Her tears the byproduct
of their actions.

Their laughter,
sneers,
humiliating words,
and obvious glares.

I used to laugh until I cried,
but now I just cry.
I cry and cry and cry.
I hate it, waking each morning to a soggy pillow.

I'm sorry,
but your sweet little girl is gone.

She looked around with her piercing, golden-green eyes.
She growled, and told herself she would survive.
She knew they were empty words.
She sprang from her spot. She attacked them and ran.
The bullets pierced her skin, but she kept going. She would never stop.
They stopped chasing her, and went to treat their wounded. She went as far as she could.
She sat, and cleaned her fur. The bullets stung, but she eventually got them out.
Just another day in the jungle. Just another day as a leopard.

I smile through it all,

the insults and the hurt,

hoping for the day

that I can stop this charade.

Why do I feel like I'm taken for granted?
Is it because you ******* off every chance you get?
Is it because I'm too nice to say anything?

Why do I feel like a ******* doormat?
Is it because you walk all over me?
Is it because you think I'll always be there for you, even after how you've treated me?

Why am I constantly disappointed in you?
Is it because I always give you the benefit of the doubt?
Or is it because you betray me without batting an eye?

Do you know how long I cried?
Did you even try to feel how I felt?
Did you forget that I had a conscience too?

Why are you so quick to make a joke of me?
If the air is tense with someone else because you ****** up, you always make fun of me who did nothing.

Remember when you said, "I'll be there for you, always."
Well now, I don't want you.
You're a ******* liar.

Remember those times when you'd say, "I love you too" whenever I got truly frustrated when you insulted me?
I'm going to say what I've meant to say ever since you've done that.
I'd sell you to Satan for ******* free.
But hell, you'd do the same thing.

I thought miracles
Would never happen
to someone like me

Then you came along
With the breeze

You said you loved me
and I did too in return

As quickly as you came
You left
With the breeze

You lifted my heavy heart
A miracle to me
A favor to me

I saw you occasionally
Along with the breeze

I'm Sorry
That you knew me
for so long

I'm Sorry
That I acknowledged you
when no one else would

I'm Sorry
That I stuck with you
Through everything
even though I would be shunned

I'm Sorry
That you would never
give me a second thought

I'm Sorry
That you made plans
and you never showed up

I'm Sorry
That I waited
for hours on end
believing in your promises

I'm Sorry
That I loved you
and never told you

I'm Sorry
That you always left me
when I called for help

I'm Sorry
That I tried

I'm Sorry
That I love you

My mom used to say,
"Don't cry, you'll leave permanent tears on your face."
As a young child, I didn't understand.
My brother objected, smug and saying, "That's not true, tears can dry up."
My mom just smiled and said, "I hope you don't see it when you're older."
Now, I didn't understand, and I sided with my brother.

As the years went on, I could feel what others thought of me.
I could finally feel their glares and recognize the harsh meanings behind their words.
I slowly backed away, but no one noticed.
If they did, they were fine with it.

Being a "wretched outcast",
I looked for new shelter.
A new environment where I could feel safe.
I never made it to the promised land.

When I finally gave up,
I cried.
I poured out my feelings on paper,
my pain filled into countless notebooks.

When I look into a mirror,
I finally see it.
The permanent tear tracks.

When I'm around others,
I act normal.
I act happy.
I act energetic.

When I'm alone,
My smile fades,
My energy has been diminished,
The last of my strength gone.

When I'm around others,
I act perfect,
and they never take a second look.

When I'm alone,
I pick up my shattered heart,
the one that ached for so long.

Even with my head held up high,
I walk feeling like a cut that never healed.
I'm truly bleeding out,
and I can't fight this inevitable pain.

In the end, I'm the same.
I can't keep this act up for much longer.
In the end, is it all worth it?

I'm absolutely sick of it.
I'm tired of
reading all of these poems
about sadness and despair.
No more.
All of you
are the strongest
and the most dedicated,
or you wouldn't be here.
I ask of you,
pick yourself up
one more time,
and fight for yourself.
No one else will.

She's top of her class,
straight A's with almost 100's as every percent.

She's the first one in class,
praised by her teachers,
and her parents approve greatly.

But she's often ridiculed.

Being called "teacher's pet",
"*****", and "no-life",
by her jealous peers.

Everyday she goes to the library,
to hide from her peers.
Burying herself in the books
is the only safe haven she knows.

She doesn't have any friends,
not real ones, at least.
Her "friends" use her to get quick answers,
a cheap way to finish their homework and assignments.

She knows that she's all alone,
that nobody would want her as a first choice.
She knows that she's been called names,
and can't do anything about it.

So she buries herself in studies,
buries herself alive,
to try to survive.

I lost you
The one thing I promised not to lose
Gone

Soon after that
My love faded
Leaving nothing but dust
For where it stood

I broke my promise
I didn't mean to
This wasn't supposed to happen

My friends noticed
They didn't say anything
They assumed I'd move on

I didn't

I watched
as you loved
as you smiled

My heart was broken
shattered to pieces

I picked up the pieces
and tried putting it back together
only to find that I had lost a piece

That piece was you

I used to think that romantic heart break poems
were an overused cliche.

I never sympathized,
for I had never felt any spark.

I felt that people would get over it,
that it surely couldn't be that bad.

I was wrong.

It was the first time I'd felt a spark,
something that filled me up with a warm feeling.

Something that I could actually feel.

I felt victorious,
I felt like a champion.

Being around them just filled me up,
just enough to keep the spark going with me.

I didn't think that mixed signals were real,
that people just didn't see the real meaning.

That I admit I was wrong again.

They gave me mixed signals,
one day they'd adore me,
the other they'd just ignore me like trash on the sidewalk.

I wasn't sure what to feel.

So now I make my decision.

I give up.

Why can't you see
she's manipulating you, all of you?

Why can't you see
she's just acting, she doesn't care about you?

Why can't you see
she's a fake and a manipulator?

Why can't you see
I'm trying to help you?

Why can't you see
I'm not jealous?

Why can't you see
that she's weaker than she lets on?

Why can't you see
She's a liar?

Fine, outcast me, turn everyone against me, hate me.
Why can't you see
The smile in her eyes when you yell at me?
I've tried to help you, but when you come crawling back, don't expect me to help you. I've warned you.

Throughout my life
I've always wondered
How did people like
The sound of silence?

In my head
It was incessant screeching
Only was I lucky
Was I able to hear a sound
Before it got to my head

But then I realized
With the world going around me
It was good to have some silence
Once in a while

I can't do it anymore,
I just can't.

My front has finally cracked,
and I can't take it.

I'm almost completely numb,
the only thing left is emptiness.

The realization of being truly alone has finally hit me,
right in the heart.

It's not settling in either, no,
instead every time I think of it, it hits me as hard as the first time

I can't sleep anymore.
Last night, I just stared at the ceiling and thought.
I went with the negatives first, but they were all true.
I tried to think of the good next, but none were true about me.
I'm a pest.
I've tried so hard to keep hanging on, but I can't.
Not anymore.
I felt something wet on my face.
As I tried to wipe it away, more tears just came down.
I cried my heart out in a dimly lit room, alone, and not any one of the people who knows me will ever know.
I've already tried reaching out.
But I can't take it anymore.
The image I've set up for others is crumbling.
But no one bothers to look at me anyway.
I've got nothing to fear.
I can't sleep anymore.

Palms sweaty,
Eyes darting,
Stomach churning

You look amazing,
in the short summer dress
your clothes bring out your eyes

Everything is perfect,
the humidity of the air matches the party,
the music matching the mood

My clothes are a size too big,
my shoes a size too small,
my courage a size too empty.

I ask you to leave with me,
to go the park we loved as kids

You happily agree,
and my heart bursts with joy

I push you on the swing,
and lean in for the kiss.

That was the best day of my life,
and I hope it was yours too.

Why is it that
you had always left me alone
always leaving me for others
always leaving me because I wasn't
enough?

Why is it that
when you needed help
I would do anything for you
but when I needed you
you'd never respond?

Why is it that
you made plans with me
but when I came
you were nowhere to be found?

Why is it that
I'd get blamed
for things you'd done
but not a simple sorry nor thank you
came out of your mouth?

Why is it that
I'm so patient with you
sitting through everything
trying my best for you?

Why is it that
I'd fall
for the same lies
again and again?

Why is it that
I love you?

When I was in elementary,
I would do everything everyone told me to.

When I was elementary,
I was ignorant to everything.

When I was elementary,
I never questioned anything.

When I was in middle school,
I saw the evils in people.

When I was in middle school,
I was depressed for knowing what was going on.

When I was in high school,
I rebelled.

When I was in high school,
I revolted and took what was rightfully mine.

I was rightfully mine.
My thoughts and feelings were mine.
All through my life my parents always tried to change that.
They couldn't when I was a teen.
I look back on it now, and see that what I did was right.
I changed for the better, and no one will ever change me.
I'm mine.

I'm clinging on to my last bit of salvation.
I'm hanging off a cliff, and the only thing I can hold onto is
a thread.
I'm desperately praying, hoping, begging that this can save me.
If I fall, I will certainly die.
But then again, if I live, I have nothing to return to.
No one is willing to save me.
Deep down, I'm broken, and nobody wants someone like me.
I'm a parasite in society, and they'd rather let me die than see the truth.
So I'm hanging on until there's nothing to hang onto anymore.

Remember when
we walked to the office
because you needed to take care of business?

Remember when
you held my hand
because you could tell I was scared?

Remember when
we were on the bus
and I leaned on you to sleep?

Remember when
you'd always cheer me up
in the worst of times?

Remember when
you'd offer to throw yourself under the bus,
because I was a troublemaker?

Remember when
you got in trouble,
but I took all the blame?

Remember when
you asked me, "Why did you do that?"
"Why did you throw yourself under the bus?"

Remember when
I answered
"You'd do the same for me".

The people that I know
Only acknowledge the big things
and push away the smaller things
as if there wasn't enough room for the smaller things
as if I didn't matter

I tried so hard
sending gifts
sending letters
remembering birthdays
remembering the little things

All they ever did was grunt
and heave
and sigh
because my efforts were too small

Christmas, birthdays, vacations
I had something for everything
and I gave everything I had
Not even one thank-you

All I really wanted
were for them to be happy
eventually giving almost everything
Everything that I owned
to see them smile

But they never did
They just commented
"This one is smaller than your last one"
And I'd just stand there
Stunned

I knew it was my fault
Ruining a friendship
that ran deep through our bones

You appeared in a dream
You were so soft
In a dream

I started to crave your attention
To actually be something important
You granted my wishes

Our relationship didn't last
As soon as I uttered the words
We were done

Our "friendship" was destroyed
It wasn't fun while it lasted
It was torture

I know it was my fault
Someone had to do it
You or me

So recently,
I was reminded of a sad incident,
where I cried in public,
where I was comforted.

In a discussion,
the topic was brought up.

And you know what the said?

"Oh yea it was funny."

What
the
****.

What in god's name is wrong with you?

I cried my heart out because of you.

And you know what you said after that?

"I was trying not to laugh."

I don't cry for attention.
I don't cry to be wanted.
I cry because something happened.