This isn't a poem,
this is rage,
a cry from within,
a shout to the people around me,
the people that say they care.
This isn't poetry,
this me telling you
that I can't give anymore.
This is me telling you that
when I say "you don't know me"
it really mean's "you don't know me"
It's a joke that hides the truth.
You laugh, then smile tell me you love me,
but that's a joke too.
I am your shoulder,
I am your rock
and I never ask for anything in
return but for you to show me the same.
This isn't poetry
this is my heart,
this is my soul,
my life.
Which is unappreciated by you.
