Do you ever feel like the only thing you are really good at is completely useless?

Unnecessary

No one wants what I give so freely. I offer too much of what nobody wants anyway. I am strange to them, unnecessary, a hindrance perhaps. My heart breaks as I watch yet another day go by. I am alone, whether in fact or in a crowd, and others' lack of concern is quite evident.

Something strange is in the air. It is heavy and still and hot, as though waiting for a breeze that doesn't come. The suspense is palpable, and I, too, wait.

The day has been long, and touched with beauty, but alas! It ends in tears.

A quiet day! The gentle breeze returns to my forest, and there is peace once again, at least for a time.

Maybe I'm not insane. Perhaps the lack of compassion I receive makes me feel like a spectacle of error, when really I just need to stand strong. I am important!

So many storms raging through my sweet forest, unnoticed, insignificant to those i would hope would care. Why don't they care about me? Am i meaningless?

Do you know that a kind word from you can make it worth dragging myself out of bed each morning? Words go straight to my heart. Be kind; don't tease me.

Uneasy

The sky is listless today
as though it cannot decide what to do with itself.
The air is confused-
first warm as the sun shines brightly
then cool as the thick, white clouds float in
dimming the light.

It is as one who cannot determine his heart
whether to love or refrain
speak or be silent,
who cannot decide whether he longs for
the gleaming sun of day
or the lonely, tranquil moon.

The sky is listless today.

Social Propriety

I'm learning to smile
as best I can
and say that I'm fine
when others ask
and not burden them
with the truth
for they don't really
want to know
or care
I see it as doing them a favor
for they are content
to think that all is well
and relieved
of obligation
So the masquerade continues
I offer my shoulder
when they are in need
and water my pillow at night
in silence