Description: This is not just a feeling of mine, a thought, but that of a character, something that describes her life and, maybe a little bit, some of mine. The family part is mine though.... I'll admit that much...
There's always a silver lining, or so they say. Is there one to a hot day? To a day where you feel so sick, so hot, so disgusting, that death seems close enough to whisper in your ear? Can you smell that salt? The salt of tears? Or is the salt of sweat from all my hard work? I stand here and look over that feild to watch over people who don't even pretend to like me. They look away because of my lineage, because I don't have the exact same roots they do.
What's the point of being here? Why should I come to show support to those who wouldn't help me, even if my heart should cease to beat? What point would ever come of that?
Would they ever take the sword from my hands if I were to fight? If I were to run away, do you think they would lift a hand to bring me back?
I think not.
They wouldn't look after me if my family were to be lost. They would give me money sure, but comfort, not in a million years.
So why should I go and show my support, be part of their family, when they don't want to be mine?
I like this, yeah this poetry tells you the truth. It teach you to not to believe your friend too much.
What's the point of being here? Why should I come to show support to those who wouldn't help me, even if my heart should cease to beat? What point would ever come of that?
I like that part, it has the same principles like me. Well i am not trying to say that everyone is the same. But, most of our called so friend, they are after our money, happiness, skills, or something. We dont need to make them our family, coz we already have our family and the only one who will stand to support us when we are down is our family. Since our friend wont stand for us, never make them our family.
Its a great writing. I like this one. You have the same thought like me. Hope you feel better soon.
Submission Name: Silver Lining
