Unfinished

Sometimes I feel I do nothing right
I hide when I?m supposed to seek
Feeling heavy when the mood is light
I just don?t know how to be me

I turn left when I?m meant to go right
I sit when I?m told to stand
My hair?s a mess, I?m quite a sight
No place for my heart to be

No one reaches out a hand
No one bothers to ask
As I sit alone in a dark corner

boy, maybe stop right there before she gets worse...

i like it its very good.

Nice

you know just once id like to see someone say that they didnt like someones
work, now that would be refreshing!

you would go on give us some poetry then big boy

drifting rafters float my way
slapping waters salted bay
the moon veers in my gaze
clouds pressing , forming shades
deep inhaling fresh, sweet wind
all alone at last again!

just for you my dear!

thank you but im not keen on the last verse you dont want me do you

oh, no matter its solitude, sweet solitude and no matter what we are all alone anyway!