A Poem That I had written.

Sometimes I wounder
I wounder why people take advantage of my kindness
To others my feelings mean nothing
My heart is like a paper towel to them
They use it and then throw it away
I don't understand why
Why is this happening to me?
Why are these people that I call "MY FRIENDS" hurting me from the inside?
Why can't I GET love from someone that I HAVE love for?
I just wanna know WHY am I not loved like others are loved?
Why is it so hard for me?
I just wanna be loved, I wanna be treated as if I have a purpose to be here on this planet
Is that too much to ask?

BigFran
11-01-2006