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Dec 2013
At nighttime I sit on my bed
Thinking of what they have said
As lonely thoughts fill my head
Outside the window I see the rain
And soon I begin to feel the pain
How could everyone be so cruel
And make me like such a fool
No one really knows how I feel
For my true feelings I would never reveal
I say nothing to anyone
But I feel something for some one
That I could never say day after day
Because even if I try
it still remains a

Silent Cry
George R Camacho
Written by
George R Camacho  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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