Soul of a poet : by Jac! Sabertooth

I stare up at the sky and wonder , watching the clouds and rolling thunder , I was the one left behind , no one seemed to care or mind , I'm still waiting for better days  But i don't think they'll come my way , Love is given never bought , some of us are never pursued or caught , we wander around in a haze of blue , longing for valentines we never knew , were in a constant fight with ourselves , to be someone different someone else , But it fails and they see through our thinly veiled  disguise, in embarrassment we run and hide , we all play a game , and then we dare , when called a name to say we dont care , but it cuts deep , deep into our soul , and soon pushes on us when we grow old.

I was the one left behind , No one seemed to care or mind , I was never found in the game of hide and seek , 'cause no one ever looks for someone like me , Flaming tears rolling down my cheek , but you'll never know 'cause you don't see me , Go hold hands , and look into each others eyes , go on with your happy little lies someone like me on the outside looking in , ignored when they say their looking for a good man , love is supposed to fill you with warmth and joy , But it appears love like hate can destroy.

For those of us drowning in pain , being washed away by a flood of shame , trying not to sink by holding on to grief , looking for a friendly smile to give us relief        That day will never come because................ The fires of pain , and agony has forge the soul of a poet , only unfortunately their are too many of us who just dont know it. - Jac!

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