Alone

[Christa Ann]

All alone. In my little room all alone, in life all alone as I walk past those who… well should be there. But I understand, I am cold, mean, and it seems like I was to be alone. When I am in pain I go and hide so I can get rid of it myself. I trust no one with my feelings. But its not because I hate them… its because I don’t want to hurt them. I don’t want to get mad at them or for them to get mad at me and shun me.

Here I am now, silently crying while the yell to etch other while I sit quietly in my room. They say from the outside, “oh she just hates light and being around other people” I am shunned and just because I turn away does not mean I don’t want to be loved. I am so alone, even though my house is packed with people I sit on my bed with out a word, silently crying while they talk amongst themselves. Some times I do not leave them for my room because I am hurt, some times to much is going on and I am stressed. Yet I am called a vampire, a mole for living on my small room, a jerk who should just stay there. I don’t know how to deal with it up front so I stay, in the darkness, with my computer as a sores for light and where to put my feelings, while the mock me from the outside…. I know they don’t hate me… but these few words feed my hate for myself. I’m not saying its right, I’m just saying how I feel…

And I feel alone…



go ahead a comment about my little poem... do you ever feel the same some times?

[Christa Ann]

any one like to comment?

[poisonrose]

very good, keep up the good writing

[Christa Ann]

thank you!!! im so glad some on likes it>.<

[MystiX]

Interesting it's good, this sounds like a prison of your choice.

[Christa Ann]

well..yes and no..