Another Face in the Crowd

Am I another face in the crowd?
To be heard, do i have to scream out loud?
Do I even have a purpose in life?
A task or quest ordained by Christ.

Is it me or doesn't anyone care?
Or is it that they don't even realize I'm here?
If I make a mistake, will they even help me to rectify?
Probably not, and neither comfort my sorrowful cry.

Broken hearts, shattered dreams,
That's all I have to live for it seems.
If I had my one wish,a family
Then all this pessimisim would be history.

Invisible is not a good thing to be
I used to think so, but now I have a change of heart you see.
All I really want is some attention
I'm telling you now in case I've forgotten to mention.

How you all treat me, it seems like I'm an apparition
But I'm not a ghost. I'm alive and a human being as you can see,
Even if you don't have perfect vision.
Im a human being just like I said
Alive and well, not dead.

I am thankful for who and what I am, and I know it's true
And one thing's for sure, i dont have to prove it to you.
I don't care now, if I only make myself proud
I AM NOT another face in the crowd!!!





Poetry by Nightingale21
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Written on 2008-05-26 at 22:58

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