sunshine
HEY!!!!, I'm over here. Can you see me?
I keep yelling and sreaming but I don't know if he can hear me.
Am I ever going to be found, will i be stuck
in this dark cold world for the rest of
my life?
I hope not because one day I want to become someone's
WIFE, MOTHER, SIGNIFICAN OTHER.
I want to feel like I matter.
I'm tired of sitting here getting sadder and sadder.
when will I be founed TODAY, TOMORROW,
OR TWO WEKS FROM NOW?
I don't know if its up to me. Who say that I matter?
HIM or ME?
This poem is about:
Me