by Megan M Lutz
Monday, September 30, 2002
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© Megan Lutz
September 24, 2002
I hang onto every word you say,
I look at your receding back,
I hold the hope,
That one day you will notice me,
For more than what I am,
A loner in the crowd,
I am the person who sits alone during lunch,
I am the person who has the crush on the person who will never notice her.
I am the one who is always on the outside, looking in.
I am, and that is the way it is always going to be.
In many ways, I donít want it to change,
I donít want to go through the false pleasantries ,
I donít want to kiss cheeks with the people who always mocked me,
Who always made me feel like shit,
No, I would not like that...
I am happy being who I am, a nobody,
But I wish that you would see, just once in my life...
I wish you could see the love in my eyes,
I wish you could hear the beating of my heart,
I am sure everyone can see this,
And they are laughing at me,
I think you would be too....
But that doesnít matter to me,
Because I love you.
Loner, I am ,loner I will always be.
This is my fate, my role in life.
I have accepted this,
That I will live a boring life,
Marry to some boring old man who has a lot of money and adores me for my brains,
I just wish that for once,
You would notice me,
And give me a sample,
Of what it is like to live on the wild side...
But then why would you do that?
Especially for a loner,
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|Reviewed by Vicky Jeter
This is very clear expression: AND No matter where you go, there you are; there is no opinion in the world more powerful than the opinion you have of yourself. I like what Justin said. Smiles, Vicky
|Reviewed by Justin Vargas (Reader)
|So I guess that i'm not alone in this path.
Just remember you may be a nobody to somebody,
But a somebody to nobody that you haven't met.
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|megan, this is so sad!! what a heartbreaking write!!|