• I stare at the broken windows,
    My spirit will roam alone,
    and who will care?
    I'm on my own!
    No one cares if i'm alive,
    and when i die!
    they will not even have the slightest clue!
    I am...but a mystery,
    as they call it.
    Though I cannot blame them for ignoring my feelings,
    they just don't understand me,
    but they could,
    if they cared...
    I'm on my own,
    through willow tree's,
    fears around every sentance!
    Blood marks upon my ceiling!
    isn't it glory?!
    No!
    Such lies i can tell!
    Such stories i can show!
    But kindness I cannot even bare to even express it.
    Oh! the shame of it all!
    Lies, death, love,
    All fairytale.
    Family and some friends bring me down,
    do they notice?
    Well of course not!
    I can proudly say that I am not afraid of either of them.
    Truth be told that they should be afraid of I.
    I laugh! at there lies they tell!
    I laugh at how they treat me so "well"
    I cannot even express my tone!
    Poetry seems to be working,
    though they take offense...
    Not my problem!
    Indeed some of my poetry are about others,
    but they do not care,
    so why should I?
    I'm on my own,
    living in darkness,
    covered with loneliness,
    sprinkled with hatred!
    Do you not see that you have missed out on the truth?
    I have become a monster!
    and its all thanks to you!
    so a question comes to mind...
    Do you care?


    ~Jacque
    F.~