This is Me

This is me, a little boy;

trying hard to bring you joy.

You’re so busy I can see,

don’t have time to play with me.

I don’t want love, that’s too much,

but I could use a friendly touch.

I am fragile, sad but true,

need to hear kind words from you.

I just want a pseudo-friend,

someone to talk to in the end.

It’s ok to put me down,

as long as you still hang around.

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4 responses to “This is Me

  1. It makes me so sad how if you’re really lonely, you just want anyone, anyone who’s there in your life, even just a little, and that you’re okay with people who put you down, don’t love you, are rude to you, because it’s better than having no one and feeling all alone 😦 Wonderful poem, really loved it!!

  2. That is so sad! And really, really well done. Lovely poem!

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