Work on being clever and extraordinary, whether big or small, in everything you do. You can still try to bring out your very best even when you learn something new.
This poem is dedicated to all of the people who have been, in any way, wrongfully neglected, rejected, misused and abused mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually throughout their lives.
I'm Unknown
I got lost in a crowd, but I could still walk proud.
Not once did I ever look back to see if I stepped way off track.
I kept moving right along and kept my head held up high.
Now I just can't reach beyond any endless stars in the sky.
Oh, will I ever know why?
I'm unknown because I've been shattered to the bone.
My real dream can't be found.
It's been crushed into a million pieces and scattered all over the ground.
My heart and soul overflow with pain down to the core.
They'll never be filled up with the joys I've been longing for.
I've been more than dust in what once stood as an extraordinary place.
Blown away in a restless wind and gone without a trace.
How am I supposed to exist? I never made the top-ten list.
I usually felt fairly good and cared about life in the way that one should.
I've been there for others, as someone to look up to.
Now, I just can't feel and give my best in everything I do.
Destructive actions killed my inner value.
I'm unknown because I've been shattered to the bone.
My real dream can't be found.
It's been crushed into a million pieces and scattered all over the ground.
My heart and soul overflow with pain down to the core.
They'll never be filled up with the joys I've been longing for.
I've been more than dust in what once stood as an extraordinary place.
Blown away in a restless wind and gone without a trace.
Faith only knows...where my true essence flows.
Only if you really knew...
I once had a genuine heart,
beat pure...
and true.
by Jeanbean