Said my father to me
what do you do all alone in your room.
talk to friends I replied.
so your on the phone talking to who?
people in Australia,
England, different part of USA.
so you spend your days talking to people
you'll probably never meet.
yes.
why?
because they're my friends.
I have no one in real life
so the loneliness I try and fill
talking to people across the world.
you have friends in real life.
no I don't.
What about the girls at church.
they most certainly can be called friends.
those self centered preppy girls
who look through their nose at me
friends? Really.
That's not what I consider a friend.
what about your brothers
your sisters your mother.
none of them care to see
the issues and problems I have with me.
I can't talk to them
they're homophobic freaks.
I live my life hiding from you
hiding from everyone
the only time I feel loved
is when I log online
and people Ill never meet to talk to me.
they like my poetry
say they love me
no matter what
someone is always there
who listens and at least pretends to care.
to all my palringo friends,
thank you so very much
for being there
praising my poetry
and showing you care.
I love each and everyone of you
from the bottom of my broken heart
thank you so very much.
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