Poems from midnightdreamer
A change so exciting, so different, so new
New Friends and Old Friends becoming few
Parties, Football games, Laughs, The Insane
People...
Everything seems to be getting better for everyone except me.
Is it because I don’t try hard enough?
Is it because I don’t pray enough?
Or...
Most of my motivation is gone.
I see no moving forward.
But I also know there’s no stepping back.
I’m simply standing still with no place...
I don’t know my own words.
I don’t know my own voice.
My knowledge is limited.
My health is questionable.
Retaining friends isn’t my forte...
I can’t tell you how much I wanted to call ,but couldn’t because deep down inside we both know that I was always on the outside looking in...