Guest Morbid Angel Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 This is my life, One of hurt and pain. Strugling through my strife Time and time again. Learning where I stand And where I fit in. Trying to dodge his hand So he cannot win. Keeping my anger locked inside; Wanting to make it hide. Scared to show the outside; Just need more time to bide. A failure I feel, Rejected I am. Wishing life was not real; Hoping someong would give a damn. Dreaming someone would rescue me Hoping someone would care. Why can't anyone see That life just is not fair? Why has life dealt an unfair game Which makes me want to hurl? What is my name? Just a no one; a lonely girl. Morbid Angel
Kalypso Posted November 8, 2003 Report Posted November 8, 2003 Life is what you mold it to be. The concept of fair doesn't exist within the scope of creation. Because of that, i'm not to hot on the subject matter your poem contains. If i'm being to blunt, let me know and i'll dullen my blade. On the positive side of things....it has a nice flow.
Ayshela Posted November 11, 2003 Report Posted November 11, 2003 there is no "fair" in life, unfortunately true. However, sometimes life seems cruelly unbalancedly unfair, equally unfortunately true. And sometimes one of the most challenging freedoms to find is the freedom to say "ouch" when it hurts. Here, that's more than okay.
DarkPainInside Posted November 11, 2003 Report Posted November 11, 2003 Reality is formed by your perceptions of life around you..... (not that that really helps lol) Morbid Angel, come and cry with me or talk to me any time you want... (just had my first eva smoke and i'm feelin weird!!) lol Great poem!!
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