Used

by Rena   Jan 10, 2005


I ask people to be friends with me.
They say yes, then the next thing
I know there against me.
What did I do?
People say they love me
Then the next thing I know they hate me
Is the world against me?
Does it want me here?
I feel alone. I feel unhappy.
It’s probably cause I’m being used.
People who act like their nice are using me.
They just want to hurt me.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Asha

    Like I said, hang in there. Things won't always be bad. Great poem by the way. You really do have good talent.

  • 19 years ago

    by Rena

    thank you sorry i havent been on you guys to much stuff and i couldnt remember my login name...heh...

  • 19 years ago

    by Minkus

    That's really good, I really like your style.