monologues.

nothing more than a fake smile
that's supposedly shining,
on a fake, masked face.

nothing less than lonely,
seeing the same scene again and again.

seeing happiness
when it has none,
seeing friendship
when it's yearning for one.

it tries to cry for help,
but always gets pushed aside.

it's always wanting a little warmness
but its wishes never replied
being that silent player
in the game of life

but that little game isn't fun
when all you're doing

is getting pushed around.

you feel like you're betrayed

backstabbed again and again

but even if your wounds hurt so bad

even the slightest cry

makes them all so mad.

those big players in this funny game

make themselves seem as if

they can challenge fate.

but more than anything,

i would like them to see,

what they did to me

what they caused me to be.

for a little fun
written by

the emo poem writer

jin =P