Who am I? <br />My name is incredible <br />It is indeed spacious <br />you might say again atrocious <br />But it doesn't describe the emptiness in me <br /> <br />People call me names <br />Respecting my well being <br />My well articulated life style <br />My splendid future <br />But they can't see the emptiness in me; <br /> <br />When I deliver the speech <br />they are taken aback <br />they become stone cold <br />Goose bumps describe them well <br />Mean while I am like a noisy gong <br /> <br />Ladies call me Mr. Nice <br />Mothers call me charmer-man <br />Grannies call me sugar-son <br />Girls call me play-boy <br />But they can't see the emptiness in me <br /> <br />There are those who worship me <br />Those who gave their hearts to me <br />Those who starve to get me <br />But all to me seem like nothing <br />For none can fill the vacant in my heart <br />The real emptiness in me<br /><br />Lawrence s. Makola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-emptiness-in-me/
