No One

Not really a poem as much as a free write. Just wrote what was in my head, not very good.

What am I?

The last resort. 

I am nothing when you have others around you.

Not even a thought. 

The moment that everyone is gone, who is there to still keep you company?

I am……

But who is there for me?

No one…. They come to me only when they need me.

Or else I am nothing.

I sit in my corner. The only place that enjoys my company,

Since that is where I spend most of my days.

Outdoors I seem fine.

The life of the party.

But behind closed doors,

The mask falls off and the glue loosens and I fall apart once again.

The master at hiding.

I can be left alone for days in a row, 

And no one will think of me.

The only communication is when it is initiated by me…

For days I didn't message anyone. 

Guess who thought of me.

No one. 

Author's Note

It's not really much of a poem. Maybe I'll take the idea and transform it into a poem later.

Reviews

[Balls:)]

awww...

i hope you dont really feel this way, i mean, i've felt this way before, and it suuucks