Sitting alone in this hell
Listening to people pass
Listening to people complain
Seeing couples pass
Holding hand
Holding their true feelings back
I can bump int them
Scream at them
But I'm just a ghost to them
Just a lifeless, meaningless being
With no complaints
No hand to hold
And nothing to hold back
Emotional's a good word. It's short and to the point, but still, umm...nice job?
Usually short poems don't give off a lot of depth; but this one did. And I like that.
