Out cast

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Society is cruel to those who do no harm.

Submitted: June 15, 2015

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Shall I not complain over the things inside my mind? Shall I just hold it in,for you to not feel bad about casting me a side? I hope your decisions make you happy, because right now I'm in pain. I hope that one day this split inside of me, won't heal for the next decade. You cut me deep,so bad I got no sleep. The thought of you out, getting drunk down south, makes me think you don't care about keeping me, seeing me for a life time nor even infinity. Something came up, like what? Are you drunk? I feel as if, I'm last on your list, the least important thing, that can be thrown out and be nothing. I'm a drama queen sure, but this cut hurts. I don't want to lose you, but I feel I'm not important as most people who are with you. Friends, family, work, me included, but I'm not important. I'm the last of the priorities, the least thing to stress out over and worry. I can be replaced, the other things can not, and I hope when you see my face, I won't cry and think I'm forgot. I'm just a petty loser, one that falls apart; I keep my mind and heart open, though only to be torn apart. Society, people hate me, that's why I'm an outcast. I try so hard to find someone, though the bottle keeps floating back. Time, money, friends, family, all important really, all except for me.


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