Alone

July 10, 2011
They all ask so many questions,
are you ok, or whats wrong?
But all they do is keep adding on,
and make the hurting twice as long.

I prefer to be by myself,
just me, myself, and I.
They don't understand that,
they all want to be there when I cry.

I don't need a helping hand,
nor a shoulder to lean on.
I can do it all just by myself,
believe me I am strong.

Everyone has their problems,
and I am here for them all.
But when I am sad or upset,
don't expect a call.

Stress will pile on me,
my world will tumble down,
but I know myself enough,
to pick myself up off the ground.

Please don't be worried,
I really am alright.
I just really would rather,
be alone tonight..





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Anagam said...
Jul. 12, 2011 at 7:34 pm

omg! this is real good.. sometimes my close pple seem tht way.. n im just so friggin worried cuz they dnt open up..

great poem

 
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