Am I Useful? Read Count : 100

Category : Poems

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It's humid.

The lights that shine out in the darkness,

Blinding.

I just stare down at the pale skin of my thighs.

I feel lost inside,

confused on where to go next.

Ah, people are leaving the building.

I hear doors shutting and slurred words,

Hope everyone makes it home okay.

Scared at being alone at night,

In a parking lot,

Made to wait for a friend who might not need me.

I wait anyways,

It's nice to feel useful.

Most of the time, 

I feel like my mouth is sewn shut,

And I have a hard time telling people no.

Like I said it is nice to feel useful,

Even if the person you are waiting comes stumbling out,

Their arm wrapped around someone else.

I guess they didn't need me after all.

Comments

  • Aug 28, 2018

  • But..you were there. That means everything.

    Aug 28, 2018

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