For All Who Care


I guess you never see, how good things really are, until they're gone.
So far, seeming like they're lost forever, things are always getting worse, not better.
No matter how hard you try, you will always cry,
searching for a friendly face, running from place to place.
Everywhere you go, there won't be a person you know,
always a stranger, and your mind is thinking danger.
What do you do?
What's left for you?
You're wondering why is this happening to me?
Will this ever not be so bad, and make me so sad?
I feel all alone.
I just want to go home, but no, I can't go.
I must stay, but I don't feel okay.
What now?
You can't ask anyone how, because you don't know them.
You get that horrible feeling again, that maybe you will never find a friend.
Maybe this will be the end, of your great life?
You're trying to figure out what's right.
Is it here? Is it near? Is it there?
Oh all these crazy people everywhere!
I am so scared, but nobody cared.
I think my life is gone.
Something has gone wrong.
Still a few more hours.
My mouth is feeling sour.
Yet there is tomorrow, for again my tears and sorrow.
Right when I thought it was done, I was told more was to come.
Not even close to leaving, no information am I receiving.
I still don't feel good, even though I know I should.
I want to scream.
I have lost all my dreams.
I need to try to make it better, so I guess it's now or never.

By: Danielle (Age 10)


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