who don’t care yet always try
Who push every one away yet crave their attention
Who love freely yet can’t commit
I am one of the few
Who read always but never like the book
Who plan to go then phone up
Who cry in their sleep to avoid bringing others they “don’t care“
About down
I am one of the few
I am one of the few
I am one of the few
I am one of the few
Yet we are not the few
We are everywhere
We are the majority
We are the majority who feel like the few
Author Bio:
Rosie Graves is a young writer. This is one of her new poems, which is completely raw.