Is It Me?

Is it me you want?
Or who you think I am?
You look at me
And it seems like I'm the
only girl around
you kiss me like i'm
the only one around
but is it really me?
or who you think i am
you can't
I'm nobody
nothing
plain
and ugly
i'm fat
it cant be me you see
it cant be
even though i love you
you dont really see
how could you?
I'm a bitch
i'm wicca
and what you see
is what you get
so how can you love me?
how can you want me?
if i'm right
and you dont love
me
get out of my life
before i get hurt
before i break down
go on
get out
i dont need you
if you dont love me...

As I walk

I walk out my bedroom door
and say hello to staff..
she looks so harried and stresses
and its only eight o' clock
i ask what happened
she says in the hour she had been working
there has already been a fight and there is still so much to do
i tell her to keep her chin up and smile
although i cannot

I go to the common room and look and see
the women sitting there
with nowhere to go and nothing to do
a lady in a wheel chair who has been kick out of her home
i say smile your not alone
although i do not smile and i am alone

My roommate is only 19 and it makes you wonder
why is she homeless
does nobody love her
she say her father is a jerk
and cannot accept her differences
she is a lesbian through and through
she says nobody loves her
I say i wont be your girlfriend but i love you honey
people who cannot accept change will be left behind in this world
people in her love you more than you know
but nobody loves me.

Waiting

Cold and Crisp
is the snow under my feet
The air so frosty
it freezes me skin
Icey and blue
Just waiting for you
lying cold and naked in the snow
waiting for the warmth
from your heart
waiting for you
to melt my heart and body
from the inside out
you, my soulmate,
the man i cannot see,
the man destined for me
but where are you?
I've searched so long
my soul is turning to ice
if you do not find me
before i am an ice queen,
then it shall be too late
so here i am waiting,
waiting for you to see me
to hear me and to love me

Dreams by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. One of my favorite poems