Poem: Alone In This World Essay, Research Paper
Alone in this world…. I am scared and sad
I have no where to go, where I am cared for
Alone in this world… I wonder alone
Through the dark and cold streets
I have no home to return to
NO Where do I belong
I long to have someone hold me and keep me safe from harm
I yearn to feel a gentle touch
Reach out and assure me that It’s all right
To be a friend and listen
To not judge or criticize
To not give me advice or cut me down
To not make me feel guilty
To not discourage me But to love me
For who I am and what I am
To accept me for me
And not want me to change
To make me feel better
To wipe away my tears
To look into my swollen eyes
To understand what I’m feeling and to make that feeling go away
To fill the long empty silences
No longer would I have to be alone
I want to fit in
I try so hard… but no matter how hard I try it doesn’t work
I move from place to place and act as I think others want me to act
I want to be a good person
But I need to be loved
I wonder if there is anyone who could ever love me for me
Who wouldn’t want me to change
Who would tell me that I’m a good person and that I deserve to be loved
To save me from drowning in this pool of depression and sorrow
To keep me away from self pity and heartache
I don’t know what’s wrong with me
What makes it so hard for anyone to love me
Do I push them away when I despretly try to cling to them
Or am I that terrifying that they run when they see me appear
Am I that stupid that I don’t know who I am
Or who I am suppose to be
I wish I could be in heaven with the one person I know loves me
He has to… because I pray
And he is suppose to love everyone no matter how filthy they are
Know matter how many people they’ve hurt
And no matter what’s wrong with them
But I know that I was put here for a purpose and that one day
God will use me
And maybe I will be able to help someone
Until then I will pray that someone will love me
Even if only for a minute
That they will really love me
Not because they want something
Or because they feel bad for me
But because they really do love me
Utterly
And want me to be happy
And their proud of me
For who I am
Not who they think I am
But for the truly evil, dirty, weak, awful person I am
Not because I appear to be nice and good
But because they know me
And because they like the little girl that they know
But for know I will try to hold on
To keep my grip
To try to keep from slipping and losing my place
Cause I don’t want to start over
To pretend to be strong
While I’m crying inside
To act happy
When my soul withers away
And to be a “good person” and to live each day to the fullest
But I know everyday I am alone
Everyday that I sit in the quiet
That everyday apart of me dies……
Help me to survive!