
Writing angst seems to be unavoidable and even habit-forming if it goes unchecked. This does not summarize my poem at all. :D
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 178 - Published: 11-02-05 - id: 2040668
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so everyone keeps
acting like there's
nothing going on
and yet I see
the truth behind
everybody's lies
it's all the same
they love me
and they leave me
here to die
alone
and empty
and what would happen
if next time I didn't
bother to climb back up
chances are
they'd miss me
once
and forget me
all the time
but how's that different
from what I'm feeling
and they don't know at all.
I'm worth nothing, less.
TMK 9.15.2005
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