Read it and weep

They want something new,
A poem not so sad.
I don't know about you,
but my life sucks bad.

you want happy,
Believe me I've tried.
my poems may be crappy,
But not once have I lied.

These are my feelings,
every word true.
It's all I have,
to share with you.

if you want happy,
look another way.
Forget about me,
and live another day.

I'm not worried about style,
Or how good it flows.
I'm worried about my sorrow,
and the way it grows.

So don't correct,
Just comfort me.
Show some respect,
show sympathy.

Do you think I write,
just for your pleasure?
Think again,
this is my treasure.

when you read my work,
what do you see?
Am I a selfish jerk?
Or do you feel sorry for me?

I understand,
to you I'm unknown.
But you have to know,
what it's like to be alone.

Read it and weep,
my words cut deep,
try walking in my shoes,
with your own feet,

© Copy-righted by David A Marshall