I find myself looking back,
questioning, reflecting on what had happened.
I close my eyes and delve into past memories
losing myself to who I once was.
Slowly, but surely they open,
the doors of my past.
I need to know,
has anything changed?
I stand beside myself,
and notice a difference right away.
I'm older, taller, and stronger now,
but that is not all I see.
People walk past, paying me no heed.
They pass my old self as well,
not even noticing he is there.
I sat as a shadow to the world.
The me of before begins to cry
and holds out his hand calling for help.
No one can hear him,
no one seems to care.
We watch as kids play,
parents mingle about the day,
and how all there faces speak of happiness.
I ask why mine was the only face of sadness.
My life of old,
the pain I was put through,
and the loneliness I felt.
How much has changed?
I open my eyes to reality
and take in a breath of fresh air.
Looking out I examine,
How much has really changed?
The children still play,
the parents, as careless as always,
and I still see happiness upon everyone else's face.
The world has not changed, I'm still alone.
I see no one standing beside me,
I continue to watch others pass,
and still I weep silently.
Standing back from the world I continue to cry.
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