One guy says goodbye with a casual, "I love you!"
Knowing it makes me feel like I belong

Another leaves with just a smile,
both of us thinking if a inside joke

He leaves with nothing more than looking the other way
Who knows what he thinks

I need you right here by my side
to just hold me and let me know its okay.

To reassure me it was not my fault.
I can't tell anyone right now

But you would know the story
and all my regret

I need you right here by my side
to hold me and tell me it was not my fault

They tell me I'm ready,
that some how I'm going to go out there
all alone
and make a wonderful life for myself


What if I'm not ready?
I don't even know what I want yet
let alone what I need

They say I'm ready
so I must be...right?

Yes, this world is kinda boring
Yes, it often *****

But this is the world you live in
this is the world you are a part of

You can be a part of fantasies
But they aren't your life
As much as you want to be in them
You are not
and you never can be


Get a grip in the world you are stuck in
Because that us your real life

First of all, if you have to steal pieces of other people's lives to make yourself feel good with reactions, I'm sorry for you.
Second: these poems are people's lives, their hearts and for many the only way of being heard. And you are stooping low enough to take that from them. Shame on you.
Third: if you will steal something like poetry, then who knows what else you steal from others. You will never be your own person and never feel personal accomplishment

Lastly:

*******

She's a small soul in a tiny glass jar.
the insults, the bruises
they come pouring in

She cannot fight back
There is no way to escape

Talk to others?
What would that do but bring pity

Screaming loud but no one hears
Nothing leaves the glass jar
as the insults and bruises keep coming