Sad sorry days are done
You have lost the battle of life
Of being seen by others as a human being
You are unknown in the mists of reality
Replaced by technology and other things humanity is dependant to
Shadowed by things we made and aren’t as "unique"
You're only known as the person “in the way”
“Move it loser!” “Worthless!” “Unhelpful!” “Ungrateful!”
I bet you’re sick and tired of that but nobody cares
And if I care for you then I might be just like you
A sick, sad, sorry person in the mist
Abused and forgotten in the hectic world of today and tomorrow
Sometimes it's nice to be alone and have time to yourself
All the time is the eternal silence, which I have not heard
I never have had a moment alone since the days before my actual life
So I cannot relate to you in anyway at anytime
Today is a mournful song cast upon the ages
Now it is my time to mourn the loss of the forgotten people
Unseen and ignored by God and the so called “loved-ones”
You are a mouse; we know you’re there yet sometimes we don’t care
And when the time comes we will go after
Then again, why am I doing this?
A eulogy for people unknown, the ones I pity with no empathy
After all I have never even heard or seen you
Why should I feel sympathy for you?
I do not know so this is why I am writing a memory for you
For all to think about
One day there will be no forgotten people and this will be useless to mankind
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Well people like me like this stuff. I feel like Elizabeth did a fantastic job with this. Young writers...Yes indeed like funny, smart, and witty poems. But you also have people like me that suffer from bipolar, depression, and anxiety. I deal with all of that and I cant seem to get rid of it so yes I'm down but Elizabeth's poem doesn't make me feel down nor sad. You want to know why cause now I know that there are people out there like me, I don't feel as alone as I did before
It was really good Liz, and Emma right don't put your self down i'm always telling you not to do that.
I really liked this poem, will people still comment on this PLEASE?!
It was good! Compared to mine, it looks like a queen has wrote it. Don't put ur self down. It is really good!
Though it does go on a tiny weeny bit!
O.k, well i'm not gonna be harsh...this was ok...it wasn't really that bad. It did seem like a euology that goes on...loses the touch and then tries to rebuild it at the end. But i ahve read many eulogy's where the writers goes on and only regains the point at the end where at that...i get confused.
But that is just me anyway.
You used good words...and you did a good job....
Keep up the good work!
Ramble Ramble Ramble Blah Blah Blah.
I voted for cheese.
.... Oh... so I'm a bad writer in the sence I write what I feel....
OK... fine...
I think you are a wonderful writer
Umm... A bit psychotic, don't you think. Look, Young writers society is for people who like to write, like me. The reason I'm your first reply is because your writing seems to scare people off a bit. I suggest you find a nice subject for your stories and make it happen. Try making your writing a bit more open to people. Show them the skill of your pencil, not your heart. A lot of people like witty and smart and funny poems, not ones that make them feel down.
Well people like me like this stuff. I feel like Elizabeth did a fantastic job with this. Young writers...Yes indeed like funny, smart, and witty poems. But you also have people like me that suffer from bipolar, depression, and anxiety. I deal with all of that and I cant seem to get rid of it so yes I'm down but Elizabeth's poem doesn't make me feel down nor sad. You want to know why cause now I know that there are people out there like me, I don't feel as alone as I did before.