December 24, 2008

There Has To Be More To Life

I wake up in the morning without a thing to say.
I am not happy, nor am I sad.
I am a victim of being average.
What I believe is not important.
Everything is synical.
Speech is filled with bland stories of yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I accept friendship is on a hollowed ground and love is on a need to have basis.
This life is so fragile.
It sickens me that everyday I grow more resentful of how much I hate being right all the time.

3 comments:

Michelle Hix said...

hmmm...I hear no hope in your voice at all...

I wish I could offer some advice. But I can't except to say that I've felt the same way at times. Sometimes the feeling is just to much.

Shemley said...

I have missed reading your poems

Ben said...

The question is not whether or not your thoughts are important, it is who they are important to. No one is truly average, only different. Be different in your own way, love your own thoughts, and be who you are.