Some don't know why I act so unpredictable it is simple just read the poem....

Alone
Riddle me this, riddle me that/ what kind of person who have many friends, but feel like nobody, have ya back/ me that person be, who feel I am the world's punching bag, take tha blows and label me as a punk a pushover, a person w/no heart/ keep shooting me down, keep scheming on me with devilish deeds/ treating me as weak/ the bottom of the food chain, not complex just plain/ keep walking past me like u don't know my name/ keep making promises you can't keep playing mind games/ ladies keep treating me unfairly for it is all da same/ keep using me stepping on me to rise 2 fame/ keep disrespecting me like u don't have any shame/ keep thinking I don't know any better and I don't have a brain/ keep thinking I am L7 boring and lame/ keep being negative, thinking I am any less of a person, cuz I hardly show pain/ that I am soft and easy to tame/ I prefer to take it slow than 2 be in da fast lane/ associated with some that try to lead me a stray/ wanted me to go through dark filled days/ do I have any one in my corner, to keep me from jumping back over the tracks/ can I have somebody to encourage me, empower me without saying I told ya/ a lot of times I keep to myself, becuz I think I have nobody else/ who can I turn to, run to, could it be you, him, her, they, them? FROM SCHOOL 2 WORK TO HOME, I WILL 4EVA FEEL ALONE...:(

Edward Coleman (C) 2001