Quiting the Battle of Other's Concern
Walked in that morning,feeling bold and brave,
trying not to think,
of the cutting blade.
Having knee surgery
isn't much fun,
but after it's over,
the pain has just begun.
Not just my knee,
but loneliness inside,
nobody seemed to care,
my feelings I couldn't hide.
Feeling unwanted,
and so alone,
no place for me,
with their hearts of stone.
And now I can't play,
the sport I love most,
maybe I could watch,
or even help coach.
I've cried so many nights,
so lonely in this room,
just sick of all the pain,
the depression and the gloom.
Now im getting better,
working hard as can be,
people starting to notice,
all the improvements they see.
But they dont care,
they ask because they have to,
just to fake their concern,
isn't that what most people do?
So whatever,
I'm done with it,
if no one cares,
I guess I'll just quit.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.