I Wished It To A Star Poem by Ana Rose Trazo

Sitting here alone, with the head held up,
Looking at the stars in the skies above.
Tears rolled down to my face, and I should stop
And try to hide the bitterness I have.

I'm tired of sitting down here alone.
I need somebody to lean on.
Yet, even if I'll shout loud from here,
I know that no one would hear.

They are all blind.
They can't see how hard I tried
To finish what I've started
And be the one they wanted.

They are all deaf.
They can't hear me. As if I'm a leaf-
That falls down from a tree
Slowly and silently.

They are all out of their mind
For they can't understand
What is this I'm feeling inside
And that I am so tired.

So here I am, like a fool
Talking to the stars, as they fall
Wishing that someday I'll be heard, seen, and understood
And for somebody to come, to lighten up my load.