Elie's Poetry Corner

I think of all the words in me, that never will be said perhaps one day you'll read them all, after I am dead. One day when I'm underground, my body will decay and everyone will hear the words, I never got to say. All the individuals I never got to know, because I was too shy, to go up and say hello. Because I let myself believe I wasn't good enough Or thought they wouldn't like me and all that silly stuff. Or what I really think of you, but think you wouldn't like Or all the people that I want to tell to take a hike. Or all the words that came out wrong, or were misunderstood And all the friends I've lost that way, possibly for good. Or how sometimes it gets to me, that people think I'm odd Although I feel alien, like I grew from some pod. And that I want to be myself, but that I don't know why, what other people say and think, makes me want to cry. Or how sometimes I feel, that all I want is love then turn around and tell mysel