October 5, 2007 I've been around But nothing more When not needed any more Thrown out the door Or left inside a room alone They walked out Never looking back Just someone not any special Just someone they never understood Never caring to do me any good poem written on someone's request Can my words reach you? What could my poem teach you? I've never seen your face Yet I'd like to give you a warm embrace... We are to remain strangers Never to cross the border to feelings' dangers; Never to know who we really are Left to contemplate each other from afar. on imitation - written to help a kid with homework Never myself Just a copy of others Just like another book on the shelf I'm a bit of my mother's, my father's Looks and personality Trying to copy style and quality To dress and behave like my peers Not to be left alone, sobbing in tears To be part of a cool group at school Not to be accepted just to be used as a tool I want to be myself, but I just can't I can't help it, or it doesn't matter what I want If I am myself, I may be left alone, not seen I should pretend now and forget who I've been pieces of dreams Pieces of my life Pieces of my dreams My mirror of illusions, partly broken Fragments of it lying on the floor... I write down some of them A few pieces of my life and dreams Are left for other eyes to see To understand, to critique, to set alive I lean and pick up from other floors Other fragments, from other lives and dreams There are other people who walked on the seashores Who dropped their illusions and then stepped out their doors
