Invisible Hands

Faceless friends
hold out their invisible hands for me
silly me, I smile
and jump into the crowd, crowd surfing
as I hit the floor
I begin to cry
always there, invisibly
supporting me...
ya right.


So I wrote this poem after checking my email to see if anyone I had email my story I'm currently working on to. Most of the people are friends I hardly see ever, some are family though... But it's been 2 days and no one has replied yet about what they think... I think they haven't probably started even reading it. I know some didn't even get around to it the last time I sent out the email w/ the previous chapters... So frustrating. I really need reader imput and feed back and I'm getting zilch. *sigh* Can't always be easy writing...
~T

Stuck

Do they care?
with their rolling eyes
and blank stares
they look at me like I'm crazy
they pretend to care
tell me I'm wrong!
they pretend to care?!?!
Inquiries to sound interested
but all it is, is mocking
they find all I do appalling
is it really that shocking?
I do what I want
how I want
when I want
shush! listen to me
without judging
get off your fat high horse
I'm tired of your muck
at least I'm trying
...I'm just stuck...


I wrote this poem after feeling like my family wasn't supporting me in the things I was doing at the time. Sometimes it's hard to make life decisions and it's easier if you have support.
~T~