Midnight Sun

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By Lillian

The sun is shining into my room, But my eyes are filled with gloom. A few days away from change, All I can do is regret this waste. Six months I gave to somebody's hobby. He gave me a chance and nothing stopped me. The fastest-excelling girl around; The girl they were thankful to have found. Always right there when anybody called, Picking up the slack where they fall. Where they don't even try, I succeed. Where they don't even sweat, I bleed. People love me and my genuine words, Because I'm polite, and I never flirt. My memory surpasses most, And I really do hate to boast, But they don't come for the view. I create with more magic than she could ever use. I don't know why I'm not enough. I'm finished sucking it up and being tough. It doesn't matter what my till is, Or how many times I clean it. It doesn't matter that I'm lightening quick, Or that I even show up when I'm sick. I've done my very best each day, And yours is a game I shouldn't have to play. It isn't that I don't care, Or that I don't want to be there. I'm just wise enough to see, That it's you who doesn't care about me. [3.19.11 - 4:34PM]

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