ME

I am a true vampire
Just not like you think
For it is not blood
That I like to drink
I am a true ghost
Invisible to most
Yet wishing to be seen
By just one human being
My heart is too open
I let my feelings out far too much
When I show my emotions
Something almost always goes wrong
I must have been a failure
To have put so many friends
In the way of harm
I should have gone and lived on a farm
Far from other people
Just to keep them 
Out of harm's way
I must be evil
Forcing my feelings
On someone who doesn't return them.
I am nobody
And don't deserve the friends I have
They love me for who I am
Yet I don't know my true identity.
I make friends so easily
But am too trusting
I cause myself to get hurt
But seem to blame others for it.
I found that cutting doesn't work
To heal the pain I'm in.
I stopped about a month ago
And avoid sharp objects.
I wish to be normal
But what truly is normal?
Some say that they are normal people
But I find the normal ones
Are those who are the most unique.
I am a true vampire
Draining myself completely
Of emotion and speech.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"I wish to be normal
But what truly is normal?"
What is normal? I wish I knew. I like the world. We are all different and need less or more. I like the thoughts in the poem. Many kind of vampires. Like you said. Blood can be other things. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Louise Winter]

This is... interesting. Well done