They say their goodbyes
as I sit back and watch,
silently wishing
I was doing the same.
They will begin new lives,
happy and scared.
Meeting new people,
making life-long friends.
They are building
their future.
Educationally and
emotionally.
I pretend to be happy,
for them, again and again.
But envy engulfs me,
as I clench my fists.
I am stuck here alone,
with the old and forgotten.
Not to experience new things,
new people, new life.
I will remain the same,
neither growing nor changing.
More so, reverting
Back to the horrors I've grown to love.
I am jealous and sad,
lonely and depressed.
I pretend to be happy,
But for what good?
I will sit here alone.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:32 PM UTC
They say their goodbyes
as I sit back and watch,
silently wishing
I was doing the same.
They will begin new lives,
happy and scared.
Meeting new people,
making life-long friends.
They are building
their future.
Educationally and
emotionally.
I pretend to be happy,
for them, again and again.
But envy engulfs me,
as I clench my fists.
I am stuck here alone,
with the old and forgotten.
Not to experience new things,
new people, new life.
I will remain the same,
neither growing nor changing.
More so, reverting
Back to the horrors I've grown to love.
I am jealous and sad,
lonely and depressed.
I pretend to be happy,
But for what good?
I will sit here alone.
