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Again I Go Unnoticed
One day at a time
Is all that I take now
That is all I can afford
Bend it or break it
Thats what she said
And now I am dead
Laying naked on the floor
Give me a reason
Or give me and answer
Tell me why must it be this way?
I want a motive to want to see you
Something to look forward to every day
I go unnoticed as usual
Hiding in the back
Black clouds over my shoulder
The lightening strikes at last
And then I go unnoticed
As if I were invisable all along
My bones are all but sturdy
I'm too frail and too weak to be strong
Give me an answer
Or give me a reason
To get up off of this dirty floor
I could lay here for hours
You wouldn't ever see me
Till I trip you as you leave out the door
I feel unwanted
I feel so ashamed
How could I have loved you
When you play me like a game
Maybe that's all you really wanted
Just another one-night stand
Give me a call so I can answer
Let me list all of my demands
I want you to be happy
I want everything for you
I wish your life had gone so much better
I wish these seasons stop getting wetter
I know you listen but you never answer
Like a long lost knock upon your door
You comprehend but never move an inch
You are just day dreamning again
I go unnoticed as usual
Hiding in the back
Black clouds over my shoulder
The lightening strikes at last
And then I go unnoticed
As if I were invisable all along
My bones are all but sturdy
I'm too frail and too weak to be strong
How could I have loved you
When you play me like a game
Do the they feel powerful as they play us this way????
I'm too frail and too weak to be strong<--- i believe i'me feeling -still- the same way!
the thing that really bothers is that everybody notices you but those you want them to!it's IRONY!
a good write..no,,its just great!
a Damaged crazy soul
The thought that crossed my mind when i read the title of this poem on your homepage?
"Never."
I know my attention isn't what you're wanting at.. But know that you are hardly ever 'unnoticed' by me, and definately not by God. Buck up, Bucky...you've gotlots of time, lots of faith, and some pretty damn goof friends...if i do say so myself.
I thought, this poet must be a musican, I can hear the cadance, I can see a tune. I almost didn't read past the one day at a time line but glad I did. Most great songs speak to the familiar and the shared experience. And we do all feel this way from time to time. And as you said in your bio I won't take the work as autobigraphical. Hope everything is still going well for you.
Debbie