Sunday, August 20, 2006

i was supposed to post this on friday night but Cristy was hogging the com. I wrote this in a piece of paper. it's called:

Outcome
I might smile,
I might laugh,
under it all im just down,
Trying desperately to lift my spirits up.

I might say hi to you,
deep down,
do you know how hurt i felt?

Saying hi,
tore me apart.
But what could i do?
I had no choice but
run act and pretend,
like everything is picture perfect.

I just wanted to let it off my chest,
so im writing this poem to tell you how i feel.
I tried my best,
but my best wasn't enough.
Like i said,
im just a peasant,
you're perfect,
living in different worlds we are.
Forgive me,
im never going to be good enough.

*im not feeling like this now.. it was a friday feeling*