Alone

[*Dania*]

i'm sitting on the floor
in this room of dreams and feelings
the walls are made of faces
and the sky is the ceiling
my mother tongue is gibberish
and no one understands me
but i guess that that's okay
'cause they don't listen anyway
and even in the hard and serious world
my voice must be too quiet
or of a frequency that can't be heard
or something
nobody seems to see me or hear me
and then they still claim they know me
i feel like nobody
that's why i write out all my thoughts
and the ways that i am feeling
in words that no one can interpret but me
and if you think you know their meaning
just 'cause they're in a book of definitions
it doesn't say half the things that they mean to me
so now i'm sitting on the floor
in this room of dreams and feelings
the walls are made of faces
and yours is there too
i try to talk to some people
but they insist on not listening
i try to talk
but they don't listen
i thought at least
you would understand me
i thought at least
you would lend an ear
but you left me here
you left me here
alone

 

[rollEpollE]

That was the best poem I have read in a while. I know exactly the feelings you are describing. I hope it gets better for the both of us. rollEpollE

 

[frostyangel]

nobody seems to see me or hear me
and then they still claim they know me
i really like this piece, sometimes you find yourself surrounded by all these so called friends and still feel so alone....
and wonder why do all this for nothing, but i just keep telling myself, it isn't for nothing,
everyone fills a void in your life and then they move on, you just don't know what void til their gone!!
keep writing, we're listening!!!

 

[Rollingrrl]

very good hon! and as frostyangel pointed out most people do have friends that aren't really friends and you capture that situation very eloquently.