Wayward

 

Wayward

 

There are people around me

But I am all alone.

They can’t see me

Even if I’m standing in front of them.

They can’t hear me

Even if I scream my loudest.

I am alone and forgotten in this world.

I watch the world grow older

While I stay the same.

And I search in vain for someone

That will hear or see me.

Why do I feel alone and rejected?

Why do people ignore my cries?

Why can’t they see or hear me?

Will I always be alone?

Reviews

[Rye]

Such a sad write here, well expressed feelings

[avgogh]

A true wayward poem. I can feel the loneliness in it. Good work, Baby! Why don't you write a whole story about being a wayward?

[Norma Bruce]

Awww that's sad! Surely there are other ghosts? But then again, people can feel like this and be surrounded by 6 billion others. It's a hard emotion to tackle but i think it has been done well.

Good job =]