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A game Nobody plays I wake in the morning with dampness under my head My pillow is wet from sobbing in bed. This day I fear mostly and ever do dread For it isn't a monday but the weekend instead. But though I feel this way just now By monday , just can't figure how, I'll feel the same as I do now And want to get away somehow. I'm sick of being pushed around; I'm sick of always falling down. For everyone I bend to the ground - As though they wear a royal crown. One always seems to be on mind Even when I look behind. It is when I'm in that bind I wish I could just unwind. I get in trouble but nobody cares. It never seems anyone is there. They say always someone is there In a world way out...where? No one knows just how I feel I keep my feelings tight on a reel. I'm in this shell that just won't peel, It keeps itself shut tight with a seal. Forever trying to get out it seems I try harder each time, but can't make my dreams. I cry out at night to let off my steam, But I never saw that in my dreams. I draw silly faces and doodle as I daze. They say it's just a teenage phase. But I believe these are the ways To a game Nobody plays. |
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