Hurting Inside

a poem about pain

I sit and watch others
as they make their mark.
I feel all alone sitting
here in the dark.

They don’t care who they use
or even who they hurt.
It seems to me that their main objective
is to make others feel like dirt.

I just can’t do that,
it’s just not my style.
I want to do for others,
even go the extra mile.

So, I’ll stay all alone
and keep to myself.
I’ll put my love and my heart
high upon that tall shelf.