Written out of boredom

Wrote this poem as I was blooming bored and was sitting alone in my room as usual wondering what to do next.

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As I take my pen I begin to think,
On the various points I could and want to ink.
There are a billion things I want to share and talk
But then I withdraw in fear of being mocked.
Maybe by some near and maybe some more dear,
But I bet these near and dear are mere.
They say, "I'm always with you,
And will stick around like glue!"
But they and I know it's not true
And this makes me more blue.
These are the same who tell I've changed and is not the same
They argue and some poor unknown gets the blame.
I then do not have the energy to fight,
All of a sudden they then see some light!
They think I'm either in love or is heart broken,
But is my heart is asleep or awoken?
Perhaps I am the only one that knows the truth
As I stand like a tree waiting for someone to pluck the fruit.
And I'm all alone with no hope
In my hand is one end of a rope.
I promised to never take the road I once took
And I also promised to never turn around and look
Today when I try to see what lies ahead of me
The future is at it's darkest hour and I cannot see.
Till then i shall do what I'm supposed to do
Until it's time for death to say BOO.....


Vinay
16.07.2012
Time: 00.05 BST