[Jewl]: 440.Jewl's Poetry.You Know it

Most people have something
Something that holds them up.
Something they love, they cherish
For instance…

My friends, their boys.
My sis, her friends.
My mom, her family.
My dad, his game.
My cat, her cuddle spot upon my bed.

For some it’s sports, people, and places.
For others its music, ideas, and things.
They’ve got many choices
Lots to pick.

Although it may cause trouble,
Stress and maybe hassle,
It keeps all of them afloat
In the mist of life.

Though…
I have nothing, no one to make my hero.
My music is cool and fun, but I don’t talk about it.
Sure my boys are special, but I’m not dependant.

Friends I have so little and they don’t want a lackey.
Family is alright, but I’m still growing up.
Games get boring after a few months
My bed… why obsess over that?
Sports are all Greek to me, people--they just suck.
Places, nothing to freak about, with things I got no luck.
Ideas come and go quickly, so in the end I’m stuck.

In the end, some ways I think,
I could be lucky because of this.
Stress is no good and hassle stinks
Trouble’s bad, a sort of death kiss.

I have none of these, so I guess its better.
Who said to follow ALL rules by the letter?
I’m better off, I know I am,
But sometimes… aww, Damn:

Sometimes I wish I had something,
To center my life around.
Something to take me on the wing,
To bring me back to the ground.

However I’m not that kind of person,
To have an obsession of sorts – odd!
I’m a loner with no serious dreams,
Maybe that’s why, me, people fear to prod