This is just a simple poem about the need to be noticed in any light.

Two Cents Please

Anything for attention

oops wrong kind

I'm sorry,

not really

thank you

for yelling at me

you wouldn't know it

but now I'm happy

its bizzar

the way you affect me

you will never know

what I do

or what I will to

or what I will to do to you

 

Poems of depressing frustration