I wish I had a friend at home,
because I am always alone.
If I had someone to talk to,
I wouldn't have days blue.
In person I actually have no one,
my days in fact don’t feel done.
Weekends are at times boring,
my parents are easily snoring.
While I am living sick as well,
lasting sometimes feels as hell.
Keeping my head up is fighting,
as I stay at my top, writing.
Being lonely is hard to accept,
I have tears inside, just wept.
As a loser, it is difficult to live,
but I must maintain and give!
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Author:
Vivian (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 29th, 2017 23:47
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is in ABAB form, and as my other poems, has 100 words.
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Comments2
Very well written Vivian! I love your poem, except for the second to last line. Anybody who can write like this is NOT a loser!
You might want to check out my poem with the same title 'Alone' I published on July 15th.
Am looking forward to read more from you.
Aw, you really are too sweet, Fred! I am so thankful for your compliments: you make me feel better!
a poem that deserves a reward.
it will come.
Aw, thanks lots! 🙂
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