Each Poem, is a part of my life...its the only way I can express my lonlyness and bitetrness..I have no sence of Humor...maybe noI dont have a soul...I rarely laugh...I sometimes think that my friends try to make me happy, but I never am. As much as they try, they always seem to fail. This lonlyness is killing me, and I dont no were to go...I tease and smile, but under all those piles of cards, fake words....under all those lies...I'm broken inside....I see a light....but i dont go to it. I sometimes wonder if its my time to go, I miss my love, I miss being a kid......People say I'm unique but I really dont see how...I dont feel anything, and I dont know why...I hide in the night....well...out of sight?
This is me? and why am I, unique?
