you complain about your life, but you dont want to die you say he'll never love you but you never try if you want to be accepted you have to play it cool how come everybodies best friends sit on a high stool is it great being loved do you like it up that high do you ever wonder how you got your friends do you ever wonder why tell them what they want to hear and they'll love you forever if i cheated on life would i too be that clever maybe someday you should look down and sit just where you sit look around at at your friends and see just where you fit maybe your the loser the one nobody ever admired maybe everyones raging at u in tearing flameless fires if you are respected it is only from yourself everyone that loves you is everyone but everyone else so your sitting on a stool where you dont deserve to sit and your living in a life where your personality doesnt fit
this poem hits the nail on the head. you have a beautiful talent and very enshightful. you capture me in every poem it seems
