Self Pity
I hear of...Lives...
Broken
Tortured
Forgotten
Hidden
Abused
Suicidal
Starving
Suffering consequences for things they have never done
Families...
Torn apart
Hating
Screaming
Abandoning
Betrayed by the loved ones that they have come to trust
Races...
Murdered
Loathed
Tossed off
Laughed at
Feeling the wrath of indifference
Countries...
Killed
Starving
In poverty
Breaking apart in every waking moment
Yet, I occassionally look at my life,
With sadness, disappointment, loathing...
How can that be?
How can I feel sorry for myself when all of these things are occurring?
Still...
As tears soak pillows every now and then...
I continue to sympathize with myself for things that are not that bad...
Is that really a crime?
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