The Storyteller

No one cares.

No one listens,

to the tears I hold inside.

No one will ever listen.

So I'll just sit here,

whispering to myself,

all these stories of mine.

If for once you wish to hear

come sit down beside me.

But if you don't I understand

you don't want to be near.

So continue down

your twisting road.

For I shall sit here

awaiting dawn and dusk.

"Why" you may ask

"Have you lost your mind?"

I'll just look at you and laugh

as you back away.

My stories will go on

till the end of time.

Never ending.

And thats why I must stay.

The tails of life must betold.

"But why you?" people ask.

They never undersatnd.

I stop to stare,

to look at them.

I'll humor them, I guess.

A wide grin appears on my face.

"Why not you?" I beging my story.

"Is the true question at hand.

For I am open, because I am full."

I reply in a moking tone.

"You are open to my friend.

But always empty to the world."

I smile, chuckle, then look away.

And my tails must continue,

for I am Day.