Poems

These following peoms are my direct feelings and these things are true and they are about what I have done and what I feel. I hope that you enjoy them, even though they are very depressing, I just had the write these down!


Lonley

Being lonely,
I feel it,
I touch it,
I am it.

I cannot tell my friends what is wrong,
because they would laugh and walk away.
They are my friends because I know that,
they will not walk off when I tell them.


Confused

Left or Right?
Up or Down?
I always get confused.

Nobody understands me,
and I don't talk in a straight line.
I can understand them.

Sometimes, being different is hard,
espically for me.
I talk, walk and have a different approach to things.

Some teachers encourage this,
others do not,
and I say this out of my own heart.

I always feel that I don't belong.
I always want to have my own way,
and read my book.

I feel lonley and scared,
but I know that being different is good.
But I still wonder;
Why are they confused?


Control

When I go outside,
I can feel the breeze
blow across my cheek.
and then I feel a terrible thing!

I comes from inside of me!
I feel it bubble and boil
and enrage me!

It is something that I cannot control,
and sometimes I cannot understand,
why people don't realise that there are two of me.

Sometimes I am happy,
And sometimes I fall down,
and I even get angry with myself!

I don't know what to do,
because my friends don't understand me.
My mother is no help at all.

I don't know what to do,
and sometimes, I don't know what to do,
or where to go.

So I stay still,
and hope that that thing inside of me,
is Controlled.


My Best Friend

Being yourself is the best that you can be.
My Best Friend is a person/thing that knows my emotions.
They know when to come to talk to me,
and know when to leave me alone.

My cat is always there for me.
She purrs and tells me things that only I know about.
She tells me that she loves me,
and will always be in my bed.

My books are my friends,
even though they cannot talk to me,
I can tell what they are thinking,
And they take me away from the world that we live in.

I don't know who else is my friend/s.
I don't know who to trust,
or who to tell my problems to.
This is because, I don't know who I am.