Not knowing where to go,
Not knowing which way to turn.
No matter which road you choose,
It seems like you are always
Getting Burned.
No one really cares,
No one lends a hand
They will push you,
As your falling
And you are supposed to understand.
Am sorry,
Means absolutely nothing
Because it's used way to much.
When you hear it over and over,
It gets old
It lost that special touch.
Love is taken for granted,
Commitment seems to be a sin
These are some of the reasons,
Why I no longer let people in.
People want you to listen,
To them
But not to you,
So selfish and overbearing
Behind your back,
They call you a fool.
The truth is no longer spoken,
Lies have over run.
I sit and think to myself,
I know..
I can't be the only one.
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Author:
Tammy Smith Sarazin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 23rd, 2022 23:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Just another one talking about how people can't be real anymore. The world is going to hell.
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Comments6
Ohh, I know. I kept getting burned. Then one said to me 'Well, stop walking into ovens then'. Doh! heehee.
LOL, Your to funny!!
I wish I would stop walking into ovens! heehee.
I am a listener Tammy.
Andy
Thank you Andy, that means a lot to me.
Another great poem, with a lovely flow, and a subject matter that's so relevant in todays society. Well done Raven !
Thank you so much!!
I blame the Government, and the new one when they vote her in.
LOL, we got to blame somebody!!
No Raven, you're not the only one. But there are those of us who still look forward to the sunrise with open hearts and open minds. 🙂
Yeah, I had to cut a lot of people out of my life but I am much happier.
I've had to do the same thing myself. You do what you have to do in order to be in your happy place Raven. Some people get jealous when they see you in your happy place and they are not. And I've come to the conclusion that they're where they are by their own choices.
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As always the passion shows! It’s good to get it out and it’s really good to express yourself through poetry. You get better and better!
Your to kind tallisman, But I do appreciate your comments. and yes it does feel good to scream on paper!!!!
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