Dear...Someone

by the love of another fills my soul   Dec 15, 2005


I\'m not quite sure what this is,
I\'m sad and a little confused.And I don\'t know why.I\'m writing , but I\'m not sure who I am writing to or even what I\'m writing about.I just have this need to write.To write to someone, about something.But yet, I have nothing to say.And No one to write to.Some people say I\'m a witch but if I am, why do they ask for my help? Others say I\'m self-centered, But If I am how do I help others? And those same people call who call me all of those hurtful words,call me generous and kind and there friend,all at the same time.I\'m not sure what this is, a letter? a diary entree? a note to myself? a poem? Who knows!
But I do know , that love is not always what it seems, that friends can be cruel,that life is never easy but in the end, it\'s all worth living for ...so at that...I Leave my good bye...sincerely your friendly advice giver

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  • 18 years ago

    by ♥Leah♥

    I feel this way sometimes. i just write for the hell of it. and it's never about anything. i think you have a lot of guts to put this on here. *you go girl* lol.