My Own Little Hell Poem by Daniel Pace

I am nothing, but an obsolete freak
Leading a life so petty and meek
I wander about, in my own little hell
Formed of the smiles of those doing well
Nothing to live for, nothing to give
If one has no purpose, Does one truly live?
Hated by some, rejected by many
Searching for belonging yet not finding any
Nothing to them but a nameless face
So desperate to find a loving embrace
Rejected, lonely, and uncared for
Wasted space, and nothing more
So much love to give, nobody to receive
For all who love me are make believe
Unwanted, cast into the cold
Only sixteen but feel a hundred years old
I can't help but wonder, when I die
Will anyone show? Will anyone cry?
Can't help but think, there'd be, not grief
But joy, laughter, and sighs of relief
I'm only flesh and bone
With sins for which I'll never atone
Cursed o walk, forever alone
My legacy, but a name carved into a stone
Forever cursed to walk with my pain
Taunted with the idea of a love I'll never obtain
When will death overtake me? I cannot tell
But until then I'll be trapped, in my own little hell